CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT - NOTHING LEFT TO LOOSE

WU

The voices of each reporter, all overshadowed by the song in my head as i walked back into the van. 

Slowly, enough to hear the soft clangs of the metal handcuffs against my wrists and i turned away from the press and their suffocating questions. 

The security stretched his arms to push them back wards as i came down those steps before the hot flashes and the clicking of their cameras. 

And while the distinct attorney gave the overall press conference, the door was shut. 

The bangs. And the flashes. The clicking. The verdict. 

And those Goddamn voices in my-

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"Fucking head" I gasped, jolting from my bed before i sighed at another consecutive nightmare. 

And i fell back into the bed, my hands into my face. 

TWO WEEKS LATER