This was not our plan.

ch 26: this is the ticket.

My head was going to explode.

The dampness on my pillow was a cold slap to my face, I've done nothing but sob for hours. My head pounded from the rapid exit of tears from my eyes. My stomach churned forcefully as the previous singular bite of expired mush started to ravage its way through my stomach.

"Fuck you bitch, I'll cut you. Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!"

I whimpered, bringing my hands to ears as I sobbed into my pillow. Whoever the hell is in the cell next to me has been screaming at what I assume is nobody. Nobody at all. She's just angry at her walls. Sometimes a guard comes in and I hear the frightening rattle of keys, then she falls quiet. I feel sick imagining why that happens. What might be happening to her. Sometimes a guard will come stand outside my cell, and tell me to eat. This one seems sweet. Nicer than the others. I barely ever look at her, only can recognize her voice.

I hear faint footsteps approaching, will they finally silence her?

Slowly, I remove my hands from my ears, rolling onto my back as I take a shaky breath. I hear the rattle of keys, and she finally falls quiet. Tears roll down the sides of my face, I can't do this.

Where's Cleo? Why hasn't she gotten me out by now? When am I finally able to get visitors? Is she doing anything? Is Fiona okay? Does anybody care that I am in here, feeling my insides slowly melt away? I feel like I am dying. Not physically. But my mind, is gone. I feel nothing but fear, all the time. I want to die. Cleo, I wish I never met you.

I wish I never loved you.

Cleo's POV

I watched Fiona fidget on the couch. Her eyes averted to avoid my cowardly gaze, it's all my fault her sister isn't here tonight.

"Fi, somethings happened. Fallons in—"

"Jail?" Fionas voice interjected, as she looked up at me. I furrowed my eyebrows quickly wondering how the hell she made such a lucky guess. I guess my silence lasted all too long as she sighed and shifted her position on the couch.

"Well.. what makes you say that?" I pressed, walking towards her with guilt brewing louder in my gut. I took a seat on the couch right beside her.

Fiona glanced down and left the room in silence for a while. Fear, and sadness emitting off of us both. I didn't know if she found out about Fallon, but it worried me. Maybe she just had an inkling? Sisterly instinct you know?

"I never told the entire truth about what happened between me and Kenin." Fiona spoke quietly, her face hidden from view by the waves of brown hair that flowed like curtains covering her face.

My silence remained, an invitation for her to continue speaking. Maybe I'd just kill Kenin, my fists gripped the blanket that laid beside me. It was green and soft, green. I miss her green eyes.

I want to hold her.

"He never hurt me, physically. And honestly I don't even really know how I felt about him. I think I was just excited about having an older guy like me. Like all my friends did." Fiona said, causing me to wince silently. But I listened. I let her continue.

"I knew he worked with you and Fallon. I never said anything obviously. But I also knew you and Fallon met because you guys were working on a case. Kenin started to tell me things.. really bad things about it. He said that you were going to try to take Fallon away from me."

"But by that point I'd already liked you." Fiona laughed weakly. My intention was to smile but a frown quickly overtook my lips.

"Then he started to tell me that Fallon was involved in something. She killed someone. And it all made sense. Fallon became secretive about her work, she stopping telling me certain things — she thinks I didn't notice but I did. And then everything with dad made me so upset I couldn't focus everyday and this is when I started doing coke." Fiona began to ramble, and I started to feel sick.