The Only Hope For Me Is You (Ferard)

Chapter 1

 Thirty-one... thirty-two... thirty-three... thirty-four... thirty-five. Good I'm done. Thirty-five stab wounds in my father. I was so sick of his hate. Nineteen years of his abuse finally got to me. Everyday after school he would beat me and rape me until I couldn't walk. I hate him. Wp, woop woop. I just smiled. The cops banged down my door. The world can finally see my masterpiece.

"Hey, kid, are you alright?" He didn't seem to be afraid. He should have been. Of course showing of my perfected smile made him cringe away from me. "Cuff 'em!" Four cops came running over to me. I didn't fight. My masterpiece was finally on display.

2 Months Later

Three cops came from around the corner with cuffs and guns the size of me.

"You're coming with us, kid" The cop that looked like he had too many donuts and cigarettes said to me. They dragged me out of the cell and all the way to their car.

"I can't believe that kid murdered his father. He's crazy." I heard random guards and cops speaking about me.

"I'm not crazy! He deserved it!" I couldn't help myself. When people accuse me of things I didn't do I lash out and protect myself. I was shoved in the back of the car. The car started up, and we were off. Ten minutes later I could see the police station up ahead.

"Okay, kid. Here we are. You're gonna meet with Dr. Urie and he will decide your fate." They lead me into a room that was beige with a wooden table in the middle and two office chairs. There was a man. He had a big forehead and dark brown hair. He was taller then me, which isn't that hard.

"Hi! I'm Dr. Urie!" He was very energetic. I didn't like it. "I'm going to ask you a couple of questions and I want you to answer truthfully. Okay?" I nodded my head.

"What other choice do I have?" I mumbled in a uninterested tone. He laughed. His laugh was filled with life.

"I like you!" He clapped his hands in an urgent way. "Okay let's get started! First, do you act on impulse?" All the questions were like that. He finished his evaluation. I was taken out of the room still cuffed and lead back to the car. They started driving the way we came except they passed the prison. I didn't say anything. I hated that place. They continued in for another 45 minutes until we reached this castle looking building. No one was talking. They just lead me into the building. There was a desk right when we walked in, but no one was at it. They lead me to an office. Dr. Urie was in there.

"Here your newest crazy. Good luck, Urie." The guard said. They left me in there. They took the cuffs off and left me.

"Hello, Frank. How are you?" Dr. Urie asked.

"Better than I have been." I retaliated to that ridiculous question. He just laughed.

"Frank meet Jamia. She is the nurse that will be leading you around." She was young looking. She had black hair down to her shoulder. She smiled. Her smile was wide, but not too wide. Overall she was pretty, too bad I'm gay. She lead me into a room.

"Okay you will stay here until the trail is over. The food will come through that hole," she pointed to a cut out in the door, " And the bathroom's right here." Again she pointed at the single toilet and sink. " Enjoy your stay."