Matt had to take part in a identity parade with 4 other men with similar
features to his own. He was behind the one sided mirror- the type you can
see through one-way but not the other. Matt thought he could faintly see
two people blatantly staring at him, but he convinced himself it was
paranoia. He must have been going crazy around there.
His parents had been contacted, and they agreed to stick by him in court, but in no way were they supportive. Matt knew they didn't really care and refused to meet them before the trail. A court date was set 1 week from then. Matt would be up for murder!
The officers had found no more evidence, except the murder weapon, found on Matt's route. They had found nothing on the house to house and decided not to check out the flats- That was the only thing going right for matt- atleast Izzie didn't know, but she would find out eventually.
Meanwhile.. Whilst visiting her Aunty June, Izzie found out that Matt had been taken In by the police, as they had asked if June knew him. Izzie refused to go and see him and confessed she loved him.
Back to Matt
Matt was allowed out on bail on the condition he stayed at a youth hostel. The mattress was practically luxury after prison crap, he shared a room with about 9 other beds. People really kept themselves to them selves and he slept for a day and a night. He had a week until the court date. He went back to the den a couple of times, when he was angry he had trashed it, but he spent more time building it back up.
Matt went back through the town and through into the back alley shops. He went into his usual newsagents and, while looking around at the chocolate bars and crisps he noticed the newspaper rack. " Young Girl Stabbed to death by teenage boy" Read the title. Matt stood still speechless for a minute. He went over and picked up the newspaper. He scanned the first page and flicked through it. Despite his prayers, this story was about him, his name was even mentioned. Matt continued to scan the paper, even though he was supposed to have murdered the girl he didn't actually know, how, where, or who she was! She was a 14 year old called Shelley Warr; she had been walking to a friends house. The shopkeeper came out from the back room and coughed to announce his presence. Matt carried on reading. Suddenly a thought came across his mind- Oh no. Izzie! She was bound to read this! Now she'd never love him He stuffed the newspaper back and quickly left the shop.
Matt had thought of running away but that was only natural- not going to court, not seeing Izzie again, but of all the things that's what he couldn't do- not see Izzie again. He didn't commit the crime, but he may as well have been doing the time! He wished he were little again, when it was just him and dad and mum. He didn't remember much but he knew it was good, now everything had changed for the worse.
The court date eventually came and Matt woke up at 3am. He never really went to sleep. He paced endlessly up the youth hostel corridors and went to the toilet numerous numbers of times. He'd clumsily fallen over someone sleeping on the floor but he tiptoed off before any one noticed. Time seemed to go on forever! He heard a tap dripping and clocks ticking. He heard snoring of every kind but the silence behind it all was killing him. He tried to laugh. but all that came out was a silent tear. As he walked through the main hall he heard a shuffling. He tiptoed back and glimpsed, he saw a broad body heading towards him and with that he headed back to bed. He managed to get an hours sleep before he was woken up by the sound of sirens outside of the hostel. He borrowed some almost clean and relatively smart clothes from a friend he'd made at the youth hostel. 2 police officers came to take Matt away but whilst Matt was staring at them both one of them said. "don't worry there's more of us in the car" And he winked.
His parents had been contacted, and they agreed to stick by him in court, but in no way were they supportive. Matt knew they didn't really care and refused to meet them before the trail. A court date was set 1 week from then. Matt would be up for murder!
The officers had found no more evidence, except the murder weapon, found on Matt's route. They had found nothing on the house to house and decided not to check out the flats- That was the only thing going right for matt- atleast Izzie didn't know, but she would find out eventually.
Meanwhile.. Whilst visiting her Aunty June, Izzie found out that Matt had been taken In by the police, as they had asked if June knew him. Izzie refused to go and see him and confessed she loved him.
Back to Matt
Matt was allowed out on bail on the condition he stayed at a youth hostel. The mattress was practically luxury after prison crap, he shared a room with about 9 other beds. People really kept themselves to them selves and he slept for a day and a night. He had a week until the court date. He went back to the den a couple of times, when he was angry he had trashed it, but he spent more time building it back up.
Matt went back through the town and through into the back alley shops. He went into his usual newsagents and, while looking around at the chocolate bars and crisps he noticed the newspaper rack. " Young Girl Stabbed to death by teenage boy" Read the title. Matt stood still speechless for a minute. He went over and picked up the newspaper. He scanned the first page and flicked through it. Despite his prayers, this story was about him, his name was even mentioned. Matt continued to scan the paper, even though he was supposed to have murdered the girl he didn't actually know, how, where, or who she was! She was a 14 year old called Shelley Warr; she had been walking to a friends house. The shopkeeper came out from the back room and coughed to announce his presence. Matt carried on reading. Suddenly a thought came across his mind- Oh no. Izzie! She was bound to read this! Now she'd never love him He stuffed the newspaper back and quickly left the shop.
Matt had thought of running away but that was only natural- not going to court, not seeing Izzie again, but of all the things that's what he couldn't do- not see Izzie again. He didn't commit the crime, but he may as well have been doing the time! He wished he were little again, when it was just him and dad and mum. He didn't remember much but he knew it was good, now everything had changed for the worse.
The court date eventually came and Matt woke up at 3am. He never really went to sleep. He paced endlessly up the youth hostel corridors and went to the toilet numerous numbers of times. He'd clumsily fallen over someone sleeping on the floor but he tiptoed off before any one noticed. Time seemed to go on forever! He heard a tap dripping and clocks ticking. He heard snoring of every kind but the silence behind it all was killing him. He tried to laugh. but all that came out was a silent tear. As he walked through the main hall he heard a shuffling. He tiptoed back and glimpsed, he saw a broad body heading towards him and with that he headed back to bed. He managed to get an hours sleep before he was woken up by the sound of sirens outside of the hostel. He borrowed some almost clean and relatively smart clothes from a friend he'd made at the youth hostel. 2 police officers came to take Matt away but whilst Matt was staring at them both one of them said. "don't worry there's more of us in the car" And he winked.