Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Twenty-One

Amelia POV

It was silent and it annoyed the hell out of me. The supervising officer had left, I'm not sure why, but the point was that I was alone.

I started to sing, in order to entertain myself. I sung These Four Walls, one of my favourite Little Mix songs.

I feel so numb,

Staring at the shower wall,

It's begun,

The feeling that the end has come,

And now the waters cold.

I tried to eat today,

But the lump in my throat got in the way.

In this time,

I've lost all sense of pride,

I've called a hundred times,

If I hear your voice I'll be fine.

And I, I can't come alive,

I want the room to take me under,

Cuz' I can't help but wonder,

What if I, had one more night for goodbye,

If you're not hear to turn the lights off,

I can't sleep,

These four walls and me.

But I was interrupted by the door opening and the officer walking in. He came over to the cell door, jumbling the keys in his hand then going to unlock the door. The only explanation for him to be doing this is that I'm being transferred to the local prison to be held there while I wait for my trial, which I will obviously lose and then sent back to jail for who knows how many years. Even though I could still be getting released but why would that have happened, I kidnapped Harry, of course he's not going to let me go.

I was led out of the room and over to a door with Chief Officer Jones written in bold, capital letters.

I heard the clicking sound of my handcuffs being unlocked but I didn't understand why. I was pushed forward towards the door and then into the room on the other side.

"Please sit down Ameliaranne Hersch." The guy with the Hitler moustache said. I'm guessing he was this Chief Officer Jones.

I sat down, looking around warily.

He placed a document in front of me and nodded his head towards it, which I'm guessing meant to read it. I obeyed and opened it, skimming lightly over the lettering and getting extremely bored. My eyes went straight to the bottom to see a line where I'm guessing someone's signature was supposed to go.

"So what is this exactly?" I asked looking up at the man.

"That was -or it was supposed to be- the document that sent you to court next month on the charges of kidnapping." He said.

I looked down onto the piece of paper and slowly dropped in down onto the desk in order to avoid ripping it in half and then half again.

"Oh, you don't have to worry Miss Hersch, no one has signed it." He said pointing at the blank space where a signature was obviously supposed to go.