F***! that was the first that came to my mind. I was in the same position as last time. What did they want from me. I was delivered to the mental hospital. I though they cleared my name. Well my mum was no help in prison so the only person I could get in contact with was dad but he was getting charged for manslaughter once again. There was one other person. But Jake wouldn't help he was in a rouge place right now. Our whole family was. Jake was my older brother. He had just got divorced. Then one more thing popped into my mind, they would keep me in their little mental prison until I turned 18 in another two years. I hated my f***ed up life but yolo so enjoy your life even if its messed up, that was another thought. I tried to explain to the pitty little officers, was it enough though? So many questions that couldn't get answered. Then I saw one glimpse if him. On the outsides of the hospital. A boy, who was he? Why was he looking at me? what did he know?
