I hated seeing the look on my mother's face when I left the hospital. She broke down into tears when I was escorted into the police car.
Fuck... no, not now
The figures surrounded me. I could tell that there was more than one. Felt their cold breath on my neck. Their gross gurgling voice tries to speak. I start to kick and scream. Both officers look at each other. One shakes his head.
"Be quiet back there." One of the officers yell
They're probably thinking about how or why a teenager could do such a thing as killing two innocent people. For christ's sake, I'm only 18. I finally ran out of breath, and I calmed down.
The car finally stopped. My car door flung open, and I was yanked out of the vehicle, making me stumble. My hands are stinging, and little pebbles are engraved into the palms of my hands. They never hand-cuffed me, so I tried running. I didn't get very far, I was body slammed into the rocks of the parking lot by one of the officers. My face was now scrapped up. I could feel blood trickle down my cheek. They hand-cuffed me this time.
We headed inside for my trial.
There were lots of people in the courtroom. Including Mike. Along with my mother sitting next to him. She broke into tears as she saw me come into the room. loads of stairs from the people in the room. A lot of disgusted faces at what I had done.
My trial went by rather fast. I said some stuff, the Judge said some stuff, and then that was it. I pleaded guilty and instead of jail, I am now headed to an insane asylum.
I had to be put in a straight jacket. Was I really that crazy?
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