Trapped Inside Myself SEQUEL

Fate

Grey was a colour that made me feel cold, dark and all the things I used to be, and the things I still am.

You see, it's not that I've changed, those qualities never left they stayed well inside of me, but people never change, not even me...

That's how I spent my time the past 5 hours, thinking about what made me change to think I'd gotten anymore 'normal' I mean I guess over the past few months since I got back my legs my life had looked up in a way, but I was still the foolish young girl who forgot that a clique wasn't a place you cant leave, unless you disappear.

Clink... clink...clink, the intervals stayed almost the same only off by about a fifth of a second when rarely off, the sound would have normally driven me mad but I couldn't find  any care about it, as Pablo repeatedly moved his cuffed hands,I just stared aimlessly at my own, I was now preparing to have my head cut off for a mass murder I hadn't even knowingly I'd committed until it was too late.

We just sat in the interrogation office waiting for the detective to determine our fate.

What would my brothers think? They would know I hadn't done that, but how would I tell them what I did last night? And especially Blueeyes, he was the most of my worries, I didn't want to have to lie to him about his own best friend going against him, not to mention now I was too, I felt like this would be the beginning of the end of my relationship with Blueeyes, I didn't have any other choices but to lie or just refuse to see him, god I attracted so much drama into my life, and not any of it even had to do with high school, like most teens would.

"Chill, it will be fine." Pablo told me.
"And pay attention." He says giving me a stern look.

I just closed my eyes and nodded taking in a sigh, they had cameras set up in the office so they could be watching us right now.

I needed to show no worry, it would make us look more innocent.

THen I realized Pablo was using morse code, and it wasn't just that he couldn't keep a rhythm, W.O.R.R.Y .L.E.S.S. K.E.E.P. Y.O.U.R. H.E.A.D. I.N. T.H.E. G.A.M.E

I translated it with in a few moments taking longer then I had before, my morse was a little rusty.

I nodded again.

It felt like hours as each moment went by, I just kept thinking of Blueeyes, and every second that went by I felt more sick to my stomach as guilt ate me up inside, I new that we both trusted each other more then we should have for the position we were in, and like the start we shouldn't have let it get this far, but I almost loved him and Now that I new what it felt like to be loved back I couldn't bare the thought of letting it go.

"Delgado Cheyenne and Wendell Pablo  your free to go." I jerked my head up as the speaker sounded with our fate.

The door unlocked and the police officer came in stopping in front of us, he classed hands reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver metal key, using it in hand to unlock our cuffed wrists.

I sat waiting as he took Pablo's off last, then he told us to go, we collected our items from the front desk and, I pulled on my leather jacket, and took my phone.

I felt the nerves slowly die down little by little with each step I took toward the exit door, of the small town police station.

I was ready to leave when I heard someone clear there throat behind me, I turned and all at once I wanted to puke again, he looked down at me with sadness and disapproval in his eyes, his icy stare was somehow hard to read though, and I felt like I could burst into tears, what would he think of me if he really new the truth why I was called into interrogation.