Broken

Was it wrong?

Kayla's POV
"Please no!" I scream crying as a police officer pushes me into the jail cell.
"I didn't mean to I thought that...," I stammer but can't finish.
"We have heard all the excuses," says the police officer locking me in
Then I'm left there
All alone
What had just happened. I can't be here any longer
I've only been here 5 minutes and I already can't take it.
I calm myself and think
I deserve this
It was all my fault
I look around the cell
Small grey beds sit in the corner of the room
I bet it's been months since they've washed the sheets
Looking too my left I see a small white toilet with about 6 pieces of toilet paper on the side
I bet that hasn't been cleaned either.
Just then I hear
"Please, you have to believe that it wasn't me!"
I go to the front of the jail bars and to my right I see a thin boy with blonde hair and blue crystal eyes
"Shut up and get in there!" Yells a guard obviously annoyed.
Silence
Dead silence
No noise could be heard in the jail
Only the faint sound of dying coming from the cell beside me
"You alright?" I ask now remembering that that's a really stupid question.
"Do you think I'm alright?" He says staring at my pale face.
"Sorry," I shyly say sitting on the dusty bed.
"It's alright.  I guess I'm just a little mad," he says shrugging
"Why?" I ask confused
Doesn't a person go to jail because they feel guilty of something or they have committed a horrible crime?
"I was accused of a crime that I didn't even commit?" The boy says now shouting a little.
I just look at him
Shocked
Why would police officers throw a young boy into jail when they don't even know if he did it?
"Sorry," I say flat.
"This is our life now," he says staring at me with his sharp eyes.
I sigh and look away from his stare
He was right
Brendan's POV
Why
Why Brendan why?
Why would you do that to someone you called a friend
She hates you
No
Despises you
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I'm sitting on my bed, so many thoughts in my head
Was it wrong, no
Was it right, maybe

I just don't know why I feel so guilty
I was doing the right thing
Yet I don't even know if she had done it on purpose
Maybe it was wrong
Maybe she was going to confess
But maybe she wasn't ready
Either way
I can't let a murderer be on the loose