You shifted your hand over the fleshy bruise encompassing your left eye. It was so embarrassing to even be here. You could handle yourself, you didn't need any damn police officer giving you fake sympathy.
The entirety of the bullpen seemed to be giving you the eye. Hardened criminals were handcuffed to benches, waiting for lawyers to arrive. Witnesses and bail bondsmen chatted with the officers at desks. And here you were, a young woman stranded on a cushy chair, looking like you had been in a bar brawl.
You ignored the curious looks and concentrated on the desk facing you. Not much to look at there. In fact, almost nothing. It was completely spotless, save a manilla folder positioned dead center. A singular black pen was positioned parallel to the document. If you had a ruler on you, which would be incredibly odd or coincidental, you would find everything spaced by exac
How badly you wanted to tell him how you felt. Each time you saw him, thought about him, or even heard his sweet, English-accented voice, your heart skipped a beat. You sighed dreamily and closed your eyes, smiling as you fantasized. You snapped out of your dreams when you heard a siren going. You jumped up and ran to look out the window.
A police car was parked right outside your house. "What on Earth what did I do wrong?" you muttered as you walked outside. You gasped at who came out of the car. "A-Arthur?!" you stammered. "Hello, ____," England greeted, smiling. Though his smile seemed a bit devilish, if someone asked you You crossed you arms, a pu
"Are you here about Mr. Five?" the nurse scrawled across a clipboard as he spoke.
"Yes, the patient that we called about. You were told what the situation was, weren't you?"
The nurse sighed and nodded towards the door of the office and walked out. I followed him down the hall, struggling to keep his pace. He never looked up from his clipboard on our trip through the Asylum halls, even when he had to step around gurneys and patients. I kept the brim of my hat tipped forward throughout the walk. Something about the way crazy people stare, it unsettles me. The nurse tilted his head back towa
"Oh god not again!" you run to the bath room again throwing up for the third time this morning, your mom getting concerned once agian "sweetie maybe you should stay home today" for sure you should stay home but as the stubborn girl you were you pricked back up "I'm okay mom see?" you show a smile on your face "I'm totally fine!" your mom just rolled her eyes "just hurry up you're going to be late for school" you get your back pack on and run out the door "see yha mom!"
It was a nice sunny morning better than what it had been lately. You enter the doors of the school and you see a blonde guy with messy hair and bushy eyebrows "IGGY!" you shout to your boyfriend, he looks to you and smiles "hi love" you two both hug " you're a bit late today" "so.. sorry I didn't set my alarm" you didn't want t
He stared up into his attacker's venomous eyes, his chest heaving and he felt fear course through his veins. He wanted to say something, but he was far too afraid to do so, and besides, whenever he opened is mouth nothing would come out. "What a naughty little boy you are, Xiao Long " the silver-haired child shivered at the sound of the man's sadistic-sounding voice; a voice laced with venom and disdain "You're lucky I didn't decide to punish you any more~ No, you're l
You struggled against the attacker, he pushed you forward to the wall and pressed his body against your back. You whimpered and heard the criminal saying: "sssh, ragazza, or do I have to hurt you?". He put out a knife and showed it to you. Both of you stayed there until the alarm was over, but also you t
Connor was in prison, serving a 20 year sentence for a Hit and run. He was speeding through the city, when he hit a father and his son. They lived but he sped away, not wanting to deal with the consequences of his action, but someone saw his license plate, and called the police, where he was arrested, and later tried.
It was his first day in prison, and he was not happy. “It’s not my fault that they got in the way, they should have watched,” he said to himself. He wanted nothing more than to get out and not have to waste 20 years of his life.
That was when the door to his cell opened, he had no idea how or why, but he was ready to escape. He just needed to escape now.
He sneaked around the prison, making sure not to get caught by any guards, u
Those were the last two words you screamed before you were dragged out of the life you knew.
“Turn to the left.” You were ordered by the woman clothed in a neat uniform.
You held up the plaque with your number on and turned to the side like she told you too. There was no point in kicking up a fuss any more. The court didn't believe you, and you knew no-one else would from here on out. After you were convicted of a murder you most certainly did not do, you were generously given a life sentence in prison, and the very thought terrified you. You would be tossed behind bars with burly women who would probably break you in a matter of seconds. Instead of kicking and screaming, you understood that you now needed to make yourself look rough and tough and you needed to make sure every girl in every cell knew that you weren't going to be walked all over.
“Here's your uniform, scum.” The female police officer spat onto your sho