•Chapter 1•

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I whistled as I sat in the back of the police car ,it's a Monday and I'd usually be going to school but nope, im sitting in a police car which has a horrible smell of smoke.

My now blood soaked clothes stuck to me, which was really annoying.

After what seemed like hours the car stopped, a very tall man with black hair opened the doors and dragged me out, he brought me up to the gate and then two other guards came out, one was short and fat and the other looked very much like the other one. They both grabbed me by the arms and brought me inside. The first thing I noticed was how plain every where was, it was all so dull.

As we walked along a very long and creepy corridor all I could hear was laughter and screaming it sounded far away so I wasn't that worried.

We got to the end of the hallway, there was rows of cells, As we walked down I looked in the cells they were very small with one window which was very high up, one single bed with one pillow and a very light blanket and one toilet.

We reached my cell and they pushed me inside, locking the door. They both gave me one last look before walking away.

I sighed and sat again the wall opposite my bed bowing my head with my hands intertwined.

"Shit" I mumble to myself. I stand up and pace up and down the small room.

"Shit shit shit"

"No what am I saying, I don't regret it she deserved it." I laugh loudly.

"Shut the fuck up!" A man from the cell beside me shouts. I roll my eyes and lie down on my bed, so falling asleep.

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