Twins

Her Past part 2

"But you're six how could you have stabbed someone!?!?" said the Police Officer
"Well I got mad and hit her, but I realized that I stabed her with a pen instead of hitting her," I said. "What!?!?," she screamed, "You are a demented child! Security! Security, please come get this child and take her to the asyslum! Faaaaaaaaar away from civilization, she's crazy!!!" "What do you mean I'm cp
razy?!?!? I have no family or anything and you expect me to be a perfectly fine child?!?!? NO, LIFE DOESNT WORK THAT WAY!!!!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE!!!", I screamed. The redheaded boy looked scared...I looked scared...everyone looked scared. That is when the police officers came and put me in a jail cell, and that was the begining of my personal Hell.
Three Days Later...
They were transporting me to the juvinile detention center. I didn't know what to do. All that I really wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sing softly to myself, and that is ecxactly what I did after they threw me into the truck. I was so scared that I cried while I sang and imagined my mother holding me to her chest while I sobbed and sang. Then in the middle of hell I fell asleep. When I woke up I was being thrown into a cell. I started to cry again until I heard someone say "Who are you" in a harsh voice.
"Your worst nightmare", I snarled back.
"No need to get feisty", the voice said, "My name is Caiden Watson Thomas, what's yours?"
"What's it to you", I repleid in a softer voice, but it was still harsh.
"You are really feisty", he said.
"So I'm told", I say sounding pretty tough if I do say so myself.
"Soooo how'd you end up here", Caiden asked me, "Did you get in a fight with a poliece officer, or did you robb a store or what?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me", I told him starting to remember that horrid night.
"I probably would", Caiden said.
"I'll give you a hint", I said sounding pretty shaken, "I'm in this place till I'm sixteen."
"How old are you right now", Caiden asked?
"How old do I sound", I snapped at him.
"Eight or nine", he replied as if my tone hadn't affended him at all.
"Younger", I said.
"Five", he asked?
"Older", I said, liking this new game.
"Seven", he asked?
"Younger", I said, "Well actually, what day is it?"
"August 7th, why", Caiden asked?
"Because my birthday is on August eighteenth", I replied.
"Soooo your six", he asked?
"Yes, I'm six", I said.
"I still don't know your name", Caiden said.
"TJ...Just call me TJ.", I said.
"Okay", Caiden said.
"How old are you", I asked?
"The last birthday I remember was 10, but I've been in here for 'bout two years", Caiden said.
"So what are you in here for", I asked?
"I mugged a store, then got in a fight with the police", Caiden said looking down, "What about you? You never told me."
"Umm, well maybe I can tell you later", Ib said.
"Well that's not fair!", Caiden said, "I told you!"
"I just made a friend and I don't want to lose that friend so soon", I said.
"I promise I'll still your friend", Caiden said.
"I sta..stab..stabbed someone on accident, and she died", I mumbled as quietly as I could.
"How do you stab someone on accident", Caiden asked?
"Well I grabbed the nearest thing...wait a minute! She stabbed herself", I screamed!