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Sammy was waiting for me at the entrance to the visitor’s area, and after saying our gratitude to the guard who had waited with him, we were off. I ran Sammy through where I had left the bag, and we jumped on the train back into Liverpool City Centre. From there we both went our separate ways, but not before Sammy said one crucial thing. “I’m tagged” He lifted up his pants leg, and sure enough there was an ankle bracelet, an LED flashing green. “Shit… Right, I’m coming with you to Starbucks.”

I woke up at around 12:30 pm the next day. I instantly got dressed, tossing on a pair of black jeans, a dark blue t-shirt and a black hoodie to hide my cut. I slipped on a pair of black socks and practically forced my black Donnay trainers onto my feet. “I’m going out” “Honey, we need to talk…” “Later.” “No, now” “I SAID LATER, OK?” I walked out the front door and ragged it shut furiously, not bothered about the 10 or so neighbors staring at me. I shouted a few choice words at them, includ

2 days later and I’m sat in the court room, explaining Sammy’s anxiety problems. The judge doesn’t look impressed with the fact it was me that boke the knife, and the case hasn’t really gone well so far. Sammy was given one of those shitty court appointed lawyers, you know, the ones that are practically paid off to make you lose. Not to mention the fact that Sammy himself hasn’t said a single word during the whole hearing. We were now half way through the hearing, and I was still in the docks,

There I was, screaming to my heart’s content at a police officer who had just arrested me. My brain wasn’t working well today… The whole school would hear about this for sure, and it wouldn’t be long until they were calling me an ‘emo’ or an ‘attention whore’ or something along those lines. The officer gave me a warning about outbursts like that, and how if I made another I would be detained on charges of perverting the course of justice. “So, Mr. Tempest, would you care to explain why you had

I was awoken by a loud beeping noise blurring down my left ear, not too harsh, but enough to draw my attention. The alarm clock. 7 am on a Saturday and I was already awake. Fucking great… This isn’t normal life for me. For god’s sake I’m normally just going to sleep around about this time on a Saturday. But today was different… Today I had a date with the boy of my dreams. A beautiful, charismatic boy with long ginger hair covered by his signature black beanie, the soft contours of his face acc

Sammy and David are on a nice leisurely date, but with a policeman on the prowl and Sammy's anxiety problems being a bit prominent, the date is destined to take a turn for the worse.