Fighting for life

High hopes

We have finished out breakfast's which went very smoothly, I am now waiting in our cell for someone to come and collect me and take me to the court house, I have know idea what to expect and it is making me really nervous, I am currently sitting on my bed twisting my fingers tightly around the edge of the blanket, my head shoots up quickly when I hear a noise and blue eyes meet green and my breath catches in my throat, His eyes once again hold me captive but only for a fleeting moment, they speak to my soul, they are bright, bold and beautiful before they are suddenly gone.

My vision is then confronted with the sight of the prison guard.

" Tomlinson, let's go" He saids harshly which makes me flinch.

" I hope it works in your Favour Lou" Zayn saids as I make my way out the door.

" No offence Zayn but I hope I don't see you later" I say meeting his eyes and he rewards me with a smirk.

As I walk down the hallway the familiar calls are yelled out which I am slowly getting used to, but they still make my skin crawl.
We eventually come to an area when I believe I am going to be put on a bus with other inmates heading to the courthouse.

" Hands" I was told before I hear the clink of the handcuffs as they are placed around my wrist.
" Stand still" I am told as two shackles are placed around my ankles, the chain falling heavy between my hands and legs, clanging as I walk.

We are filed onto a bus, and I sit with my head down as the bus moves outside the prison gates as it heads on its journey to the courthouse, there are lots of mumbles of conversation ongoing all around which I don't join in with.

I feel relief when we come to a stop and before long the guard is standing in front of us.
" File out, one by one". The instructions are firm demanding compliance.

We all stand back up and we are slowly taken off the bus one by one and put into holding cells, I am anxiously waiting, my heart is racing, cold spider like fingers are racing up and down my spine as I try to lean over to get some breaths into my lungs.

" Tomlinson, you are up."

I stand up and stumble forward feeling unsteady on my feet as I am moved forwards until we come to a door which I presume leads into the courthouse, the door opens and I can hear the noise filter through as people talk as I walk in, I am led over to a wooden table where I am told to sit.
" Hi Lou, how are you doing?". Liam smiles as he greets me.

" Ok, hoping for some good news today I can tell you that" I say as I try to adjust myself into the seat which is extremely uncomfortable with the shackles on.

" Order in the court" I hear the judge say, "I believe we are here today for the hearing of bail for the chase of Louis Tomlinson versus the murder of Olivia Wilde, is that correct?".

" Yes, your honor" I hear Liam and the prosecution say at the same time.

" How does you client plead Mr Payne?".

" Not guilty your Honour and we would like to ask for bail, as you can see from my client appearance he has suffered greatly already at the hands of the other inmates and His life is in question your honor".

"And the prosecution what are your thoughts on this?".

"Your Honour Due to this heinous of crime in the death of Olivia Wilde we believe that the release of  Mr Tomlinson will pose a threat to the citizens of LA, there for your honor we the state strongly advise to deny Mr Tomlinson bail".

I see the judge turn to Liam, " Mr Payne".

" Your Honour the state's evidence to support their allegations against my client is lacking and if not no existence, we are not arguing the case today your Honour We are truly here just to talk about Bail".