Chapter 9: 21 Guns – Letterbomb

Meanwhile at the police station Austin is being questioned

Officer: How long have you been associated with dealing drugs?

Austin: Two weeks

Officer: And you were aware about how dangerous that job is?

Austin: No I was just desperate for money

The officer takes note on what Austin is saying

Officer: How much money did you make from selling drugs?

Austin: One hundred thousand dollars roughly

Officer: I see, what happened back at the apartment?

Austin: My girlfriend was having sex with Jimmy and I kind of lost my mind

Officer: Why?

Austin: I don't know officer it really isn't like me to act this way

Officer: Uh huh, well Austin you seem like a nice young man so I'm only going to keep you here overnight and all day tomorrow. You'll be let out tomorrow evening

Austin: Really? Thank you sir

Officer: No problem, but take my advice kid drugs are dangerous so get off them while you can

Austin: I have no idea why I was taking them, I think this city has changed me

Officer: Then if you want another word of advice, leave here before you get to caught up in all of this

Austin: I suppose

Officer: Good man, do you need to make a phone call?

Austin thought about Ally and considered calling her, but then he thought about how she probably hated him as the arrest was all over the news

Austin: No

Officer: OK then, you may go to your cell

Austin was led to his cell, he was put inside and the door was locked. Austin sat down and began to think of how many people probably hated him for what he did, while thinking he heard talking from the cell next to him

St Jimmy: Hey Austin

Austin: What do you want?

St Jimmy: I'm sorry I got you into this mess, I didn't think any of this would happen

Austin: If you didn't have sex with my girlfriend none of this would have happened

St Jimmy: Look I'm sorry about that okay, I was high and I wasn't thinking straight

Austin: You know what Jimmy, right now you would just be better off dead

Jimmy stopped talking and sat in his cell, Austin did the same thing thinking through everything that was happening to him. Meanwhile at Trish's house Trish was sitting on her bed but not crying this time, she was staring at the bandage on her arm which was there due to her cutting herself. She kept telling herself she was over Dez but for some reason she kept doing it which was only making the cuts worse, she had to go to the hospital so many times now it's almost hard to believe she would keep doing it. Eventually she couldn't take it and she ripped off the bandage and went to find a razor, after searching through the house for a while she resorted to going to the storage shed to find something. After searching there she found a rusty razor in a box with other sharp objects, she thought about it for a second.

Trish: Am I really this desperate that I would use a rusty razor?

After thinking for a while she began crying just because of how she was seeing herself, she finally caved in and wrote a message on her arm with the razor. After she was done she looked at her arm and how horrible it looked, she went back to her room but felt a really strong pain in her arm that was stronger than usual. She passed out on her bed with her arm still bleeding, the next day her mother walked into her room to wake her up

Trish's Mom: Trish sweetie are you…OH MY GOD TRISH!

What she saw wasn't a pretty sight, her daughter looked terrible and her arm looked terrible as well. Her mother then called an ambulance and within a few minutes she was in hospital, one of the nurses stood outside her room looking at a clipboard when one of the doctor's came up to him.

Doctor: What's going on in here?

Nurse: Another self-harm patient, she cut herself with a rusty razor

Doctor: Geez, how's the arm looking?

Nurse: Not good at all, we're unsure what to do

Doctor: Well is the arm infected at all?

Nurse: From scans we've given the arm only parts of the arm seem to be infected, do you think the arm will have to be removed?

Doctor: Let's not think like that just yet, for all we know it's not as serious as we think

Nurse: Well her arm is being scanned once more to check the state of the infection so we won't know what to do until we get results

Doctor: And how long will that take?

Nurse: Up to two hours

Doctor: Alright then I'll need some info on this then, remind me what's the date today?

Nurse: September 10th 2014

Doctor: OK, what does the arm look like?

Nurse: Well it has multiple cuts in various places and a message written in the middle of it

Doctor: What does it say?

Nurse: It was hard to see but from what I was able to make out it said "Wake Me Up When September Ends"

Doctor: That sounds familiar, where could I have heard that before?

Nurse: Well sir it's a song by that punk rock band Green Day

Doctor: Oh yeah it was on that album I heard once, anyway keep an eye on the girl and I want results in two hours

Nurse: Yes sir

The nurse goes to get the results, meanwhile in New York Austin is sitting in his prison cell when a guard comes over and unlocks it

Officer: OK Austin it looks like you're free to go

Austin: Thank you so much, you can be sure that I've learnt my lesson

Officer: Yeah I'm sure, now get out of here

Austin didn't check on St Jimmy as he walked out of the prison, he walked back to his apartment wearing a hoodie with the hood up so that way he wouldn't be recognised very quickly even though nobody seemed to care. When Austin got back to his apartment he entered it and found a note on the kitchen counter, when he picked it up he saw that it was from Brittney

The Note: "Dear Austin – Yesterday was a really big eye opener for me because it was when I found out how messed up my life is, I'm a drug addict who teaches kids at an orphanage and that isn't a good look for me. So I'm leaving New York which means I'm leaving you, I'd ask you to come along but I can tell that you need help just as much as I need help. I mean let's face it you're not the Jesus of Suburbia so stop trying to be something you're not, anyway thanks for everything and I guess I'll see you later – Brittney (or Whatsername in case you forget which you might)"

Austin threw the note to the ground and lay on his couch wanting to curl into a ball and die, h regretted everything he had done since he arrived but knew there was no way of changing it