I walk into one of Indianapolis' prisons. I hear yelling. A police women walks up to me. "Are you here to see someone?"
"Yeah," I answer.
"What's your name?"
"Casey. Casey Johansen. I'm here to see...Cade Johansen."
"This way," she directs. We walk through a bunch of halls that just remind me of the hospital. "He's right over there," she says without even looking in that direction. I walk towards the chair and sit down. I pick up the dark, black phone with my trembling hand.
"Hey little sis."
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General Fiction(DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!) • I did not create the characters Hazel Grace Lancaster, Isaac, or Augustus Waters, neither made up the book An Imperial Affliction (found in the novel The Fault In Our...
