It was the day. The day whether we find out how our lives will change and how they will remain until the day we leave this earth. We were in court, scared like we never usually are. Our lawyers faced the judge and determined our futures. "For Kendra Jones, I State her as INNOCENT", the judge announced. We all jumped around and screamed with bliss. But now, it's all about Shayne. The judge made his decision which left us all blank. Shayne...was guilty.
I saw them take him as I was screaming with every lung I had. I was mad, I was furious. But I couldn't change anything. This boy is getting charged with a penalty that he doesn't deserve. I screamed on the way home. Knowing that my best friend was put behind bars, killed me. Killed my soul. Killed my heart. It killed my sanity.
Willow called. I declined it because all of this. It was too hard to take in. I couldn't take it.
The next day, I had taken a visit to see Shayne. He was a wreck. Shayne couldn't even bare to kill an animal, never mind a human being. "Shayne, your going to be okay.", I tried to convince. "NO, NO I AM NOT. THEY BEAT ME, THEY ALL TEAM UP ON ME AND TAKE ME DOWN.", Shayne sobbed. I was confused. "HOW? Shayne, what do you mean?", I questioned. Shayne showed me his forearm which was bruised and scarred. His lip was busted. He was getting abused in those cells and no one could hear his cries for help.
My time was up. The 30 minutes wasn't long enough for both of us. I went home in tears knowing that any second, he could be feeling more pain than he will ever deserve in his lifetime.
The next morning, my mom got a call. A call from the police department. I overheard and had a breakdown that would last months, years...eternities. Shayne had been beat to death and no one could stop it.
