Chapter 2

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Stella's POV

"You will be charged With four months in prison..."

"Anything you do or say will be held against you in court..."

This will forever haunt me....

"It was a little mistake yeah if my friends hadn't pressured me to go I wouldn't be here. I was with a few of my friends at a party and I wanted to go home. I'm not a party person. They weren't too worried about me and ignored me so I headed home and a guy approached me. He said he would hurt me if I don't go with him. He pulled out a knife and I instantly kicked his hand which knocked the knife out of his hand... he bent down to grab it and I pushed him down the opposite way. I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the heart repeatedly." I said as I stood in court. The judge then said " This however, was not self defense as he did not hurt you... he only threatened you. You will be sentenced with 4 months in Wentworth prison for man slaughter." She said.

I was handcuffed and put in a white van and we arrived at Wentworth. The officers and I walked past these thick iron gates, I looked around and saw creepy ladies, looking like they were going to freaking kill me, and some that were basically ignoring me. The officers dragged me to a room with no windows and a freakishly tall lady walked in. "Ill take it from here" she said. She looks like a fucking freak... I thought in my head. "Well, lets get started." She said. They literally stripped me down and trust me I fought like a bitch.... I didn't want to be naked in front of them all. I mostly didn't want them to see because I had scars on my thighs and arms that I didn't want anyone to see... once they figured out, that I was not bringing drugs into the stupid facility they gave me the prison uniform and told me to get dressed." But ii wanted to go out like this in front of everyone." I sarcastically commented while grabbing the uniform." Just hurry up." He said. Wait, he looks familiar.... I thought.

The prison let you bring in personal gear so I had all my accessories. I also had my photo frame which still had the blade I attached to it a few weeks ago. I guess the officers didn't check these well enough... bloody dumb ass, I laughed to myself. We headed to H2 which is my unit and the officers escorted me to my room." Dinner is in half an hour." He said and left.

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