I was vaguely aware of people crying in the background, probably Kitao's mother. That woman is way too optimistic when it comes to her family. The other sobs probably belong to Jared's sister. I now smile cause I know that no one will cry for me, and I think I prefer it that way.

"Please stay standing for sentencing" The judge makes eye contact with me and does not seemed pleased with the small smirk that has been placed on my face. Jared looks at me and lightly chuckles, all three of us know we won't and can't get death for our crime. We're under age and can't be killed for what we've done now or in the past; this knowledge alone I think makes us feel a little smug if not overly confident at times.

Barrett, I don't feel so good. What if someone sees us?

We go to jail, so what? Now hold the kid still and tape its fucking mouth shut, it's too loud!

I know exactly how to keep it quiet...permanently.

Swing

"The sentence is life with able parole in 20 years, at the 'Children's Jersey correctional institute'. There the three of you will stay. SMACK court adjourned!

Wow, they actually did it. It's finally over.

I was still in my state of shock when I realised I was being pulled to my feet by a guard. I looked straight at Jared and Kitao who were also being cuffed at the moment; Jared he looked…tired, I don't know how else to describe it, his face was just blank. Well Kitao, he looked at me with scared eyes that just screamed 'I told you so!' I gave back a weak smile as to say 'He was right'.

All of us were then led to the other end of the courtroom and soon outside, where I assume a jail car would take us to the institute in no time. Though I personal did not dwell on these thoughts longer that I had to, the cuffs around my wrists had created a great amount of discomfort and served as a wonderful distraction to my current situation.

As we were being led outside of the courtroom I almost bumped into something white, a man. The guard told him to watch where he was going; he simply tipped his hat in response. At this point I got a better look at him, he was oddly out of place. Dressed in a nice white suit with a matching hat, which was currently shadowing his face. He reminded me of someone out of those old gangster movies, I would have not been the least surprised if he pulled out a gun right then and shot me.

Why is he looking at me? Jared was already being put into the car while Kitao asked me what I was staring at; I just waved him off saying it was nothing. This strange man seemed oddly familiar, as if I'd seen him somewhere, but not cared to look at the current time. Perhaps simply walking down the street? I'm not so sure though.

I was almost being pulled into the car when he lifted his head and showed his face. He was young with distinct features and wore a cunning smile; I didn't know how to interrupt this. Here I am, going to jail and this man in a white suit is smiling at me, oh great! Now he's ...waving? He continues to wave until the police start to shut the doors to the car. I give him a questioning look as our staring war continues. The man then puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper; shakes it at me kindly and puts it back into his pocket. It looks as if he's now urging me to do the same; I look down at my pocket then back at him...

He's gone.

I'm now in the car with Jared and Kitao.

We sit silently in the back of the car waiting for something, anything to cut the silence. I look down at my side, why would he want me to look in my pocket. Theirs nothing in it, everything was confiscated at the courthouse. Funny that I now dwell on little incoherent things at this time, you would think I had more important things to think about. Still I look down at my pocket with curiosity. Something in the back of my head yelled at me right then; don't do it! You'll regret it! But Why? It's only a bloody pocket!!!

To bad I didn't have enough sense to listen or hear it at the time...

A piece of red hair dangles in front of my eyes, I push it behind my ear and reach into my pocket as best I can with my hands cuffed.

Surprise surprise, there's a piece of paper. WHAT!?! But how did it get there!?! That guy must have put it in my pocket when he bumped into me, there's no other explanation. But I would have felt it…

I pull the paper out, but something again tells me again not to open it...maybe wait until I get to my cell. I wouldn't admit it before but I can now safely say I am nervous about going, not scared...but nervous. I look to Jared who is now trying to calm a frightened Kitao, I'm not sure but I think he may be crying. This too troubles me. I guess it's my fault the both of them are here.

Holy shit! That's pretty gross man.

Well, fuck ya! What did you expect it to look pretty?

You guys; we better get out of here now!

I let my head fall against the cool damp window as I make a discussion to open the note. It reads...

3:59

See ya soon.

What the fuck is this!?! It doesn't make any sense.

My head is now swimming with possibilities; am I hallucinating? Or perhaps my lawyers were right I am crazy. Maybe I'll wake up and this will have been one big dream. I wish. No, that wouldn't make sense, I never dream about jail, trials or punishment. I only dream about the simple and sometimes horrible things in life, hockey, childhood, school, death, but never punishment. As I've stated before, I don't think of death as a punishment. It's more freedom than anything.

What does 3:59 mean? I guess it could mean the time.

Out of another spurt of stupidity mixed with curiosity, I twist my head to take a look at the clock at the front of the car. It reads 3:45. Ok, so what? Wow Barrett, your a real paranoid jackass now! You probably wrote down a time on this paper while you were wasted and they didn't confiscate it, since when is a piece of paper considered a deadly weapon? What, death by paper cut?

Ok, now I know I'm insane, I'm referring to myself in third person.

My head has now decided that the cold window is it's new resting-place as I search the paper once again. Now I'm not really looking at the paper, only seeing it. I am faintly aware of Kitao's sobs; I try to tune them out, as they seem to burn my ears if I don't. It appears that Jared has long given up trying to calm Kit down, though still pets his hair in a comforting brotherly fashion. We have long since come to think of ourselves as brothers, best friends. We did everything together and still do. Heck, here we are all three of us being sent to jail for the same crime. Hell, we'll probably die together. This thought causes me to chuckle lightly.

3:50

I can sooner picture myself dying an agonising death than serving one minute of time in jail. I know it's weird, but knowing me I'll probably hang myself by my bed sheets in the first ten minuets if possible. I don't do well in closed off spaces. I look at the clock and roll my eyes; this is a long drive, for sure I would have thought that we would have already have been there by now. I look out the window at the dark clouds that litter the sky; the air is cold and the sun covered by grey. How fitting, 'cause I personally don't feel like sunshine today.

I now let the piece of paper slip through my fingers and let it fall to the ground ignoring it entirely now; it's of no real importance… I need to start think of how I'm gonna get Jared, Kit, and I out of this new hellhole we're going to visit soon. If only the fucking car would drive faster! Shit, my grandmother was better behind the wheel.

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That was the second of three instalments that make up the 'Crash And Burn'. Please let me know if anyone at all out there likes this story or has even read it. Please Review. Thanx!