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[27] Reunited

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Harry

I've been sitting in this stupid jail cell for two days, two damned days. Two days of absolute and complete hell. Two days indoors with no sun, two days on a hard and dirty bed, and two days without Sydney. I didn't think I could miss her this much, but the sudden withdrawal is causing me physical pain. My head, my heart, everything hurts.

I've done nothing but pace around the small, square room for forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours is such a long time but it's nothing compared to the rest of my life. If I can't take two days of this, I'll never survive here forever. It'll be worse than this if I loose the trial, I won't be in the same town as her anymore, I'll be shipped away to an actually prison. I'd much rather be in this holding cell in the police department forever than even further away from Sydney.

I can't stop thinking about what will happen tomorrow. Of course I'm testifying as not guilty, none of this was my idea, but the judge will not sympathize me, I already know that because I don't even sympathize me. No one will. Although this wasn't my choice, I still did it, so it's my fault whether anyone else thinks so or not. I will always blame myself for all of this, no matter what happens tomorrow at the trial. If for some reason a miracle happens and I get out of this, I will spend the rest of my life feeling guilty everyday.

As for Mike, I have no idea what is going to happen to him. I asked a guard what happened to him, and he told me he was sent to the hospital immediately after they found us to get his leg tended to, and then they were brining him here to hold until the trial. I don't know if he is going to be on trial at the same time as me, or if they will do it separately. He deserves to go away for the rest of his life, and if the judge doesn't do that for me, I'll do it myself. If neither of us go to jail, I'd rather put myself in jail for killing him than let him get away untouched. But I wouldn't do it for myself, I'd do it for Sydney. She doesn't deserve to live her life wondering if he will ever turn up somewhere to finish what he started, she doesn't deserve to live her life in fear.

Mike needs to be out away, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens. I will fight tomorrow and talk on that stand for as long as I'm need to to make it happen, I will do anything, even go to jail myself, as long as he gets shipped away.

I hope Sydney shows up to the court. I'm not sure if she has to or not but if she doesn't I hope she comes anyway. I just need to see her one last time if I get chosen as guilty. I wouldn't want to come if I was her, and to be honest I probably wouldn't, but I need her to. I know her well enough to have a feeling that she will come regardless, whether it be to see and support me, or just to make her stand in the trial. I hope she comes, I need her to. She is really my only help in this. If she doesn't testify and stick up for me and back up my side if the story, I'm dead. I will have absolutely no chance without her.

Sydney

I've been home for a day now. It's weird to be back here, it's strange to have my normality back. Jared and Brooke were not aware of my return until this morning. My parents had waited to tell them until I woke up and I decided I wanted to wait for a day or two. I wanted to just lay low for awhile and relax without the rush of the hustle and bustle about me coming back.

When I called Brooke less and twenty minutes ago, she cried when she heard my voice on the line. We were sobbing messing trying to have a conversation and she spent five minutes just trying to make me understand how much she missed me. I was just as much of an emotional reck, my eyes physically hurt from all the tears and I couldn't believe I was talking to her again.

When it came time to call up Jared, I actually became nervous to hear his reaction. I couldn't handle anymore tears and I knew that as soon as he answered the phone and I heard his voice, I would break down once again. As soon as he said hello my voice went away and I couldn't talk properly. I was a screeching mess and as soon as he heard my stutter his voice cracked and he broke down, too. I had never heard or seen him cry and when he did, reality hit me like a brick. I was really back, and I had him with me again.