31 January 2015
"I'm not crazy," I said quietly, I looked up slowly. Staring at the black screen, rattling the cuffs they put me in.
"I didn't kill them," I screamed, pulling harder at the cuffs that were digging into my wrists. I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
"I didn't kill them," I said quieter this time. I let my wrists fall limp in the cuffs and allowed my head to fall.
I muttered to myself, "How could you do this to me? Put me in chains and watch me through a tainted glass window, wanting- waiting for me to break. I won't break."
"I won't let you win; someone who knows nothing about me; to deem me as crazy, to say I'm psychotic, unfit to be a part of society. Cause I'm not. I'm not crazy. I'm 17 I have my whole life ahead of me why would I kill them!" I screamed.
I felt a slight prick on my upper arm and slowly I felt myself go light-headed and my eyes dropping till everything went black.