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Tylers pov
I had been in this ward for a few days now, i didn't like it. The nurses being around all the time and them watching me pee didn't bother me anymore but its just so lonely.

I didn't have anyone other than nurses to talk to and i wasnt allowed pens or pencils so when i wanted to draw i had to use the thickest crayons id ever seen-you know those crayons you use in pre school.

But.

Im feeling better. Thats a first. When its so shit here all you have to do is be hopeful-at least im not in jail, right?

Josh's pov

Why do i always wake up in a new place? This sucks but at least this time I remember what happened.

I sat up looking around the room, dark white walls, nothing accept a bed which I'm lying on and a door. This was weird.

I had to find out what was going on. I went over to the door but I couldn't open it-locked?!.

I felt another panic attack coming on-im in a bad place now. Just breath. In. Out. In. Out.

Im okay. For now.

"HELLO??" I called hoping for a response.
Nothing. Okay.

"IS ANYONE THERE?"
Still, Nothing.

Just think. What could i do? Shouting didn't do anything, i need to know whats going on. I need my freedom. I need answers.

"LET ME OUT"
"I NEED TO GET OUT"
I screamed as loud as I could.

"SHUT IT INMATE" i heard a shout from outside as there was a bang on the door "inmate? Wh-what?!" I shouted back but i was ignored. Inmate? He means patient, thats what he meant to say, i didn't do anything wrong. I felt panic rising and my eyes begin to water. No no no no this cant be happening, this isn't real. Am i real? Where am i?.

"LET ME OUT"
"LET ME OUT"
"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEA-SE"

I let out a sob. The panic had completely taken over. I sobbed. My chest tight. I couldnt breath. I felt dizzy.

I tried to focus on my breathing but the panic set in again when i heard keys at the door and the large door squeaked open "Mr dun can you come with me" i looked up. It was a police officer.

I stood up wiping my eyes. Get yourself together josh. I followed the woman out of the room.

"Where a-am i?" She didn't look back at me "your going for a trial" wh-what?! "What?! Why?!" She shook her head and we walked into this big room which had a few people, chairs and a table. Like an office but more serious.

"Mr dun sit here please" the officer said to me as she pointed at the seat behind the desk. I did as i was told and she sat beside me. We were both across from a tall woman who looked disapprovingly at me "josh, you've been called here today to discuss the death of ruby logans" oh god no. "Tell us what you think happened and your connection to ruby" i felt my eyes tearing up, i needed to calm down "sh-she was my step sister, i um i c-came home one day an i r-remember nothing else accept h-her bloody body-" i had to breath, I couldn't have a panic attack here "i-remember her body in my arms-i was soaked with blood..I remember other people-gun fires t-too" everything i said was wrote down, the people looked at me with disgust "who do you think killed her" "i-i dont know..i th-think...i think. . .it was me" I refused to look up at the people "thats all we wanted to hear, we will be meeting tomorrow with Mr dun"

My dad.

no
nO
NO.

"Mrs logans will be there too, Ruby's mother"
Shes going to hate me. She always hated me.
I didn't want to go to jail. I couldn't go to jail. I CANT DO THIS. I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE THIS ANYMORE.
"Mr dun are you alright" "please dont send me to jail" "we will meet again tomorrow to discuss this"