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Sorry about the very long wait for the update, but it's here now. ENJOY!

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I'm really beginning to see what Trey's everyday life is like. Nothing to do but sit and stare, thinking about how fucked up your life has become and what, if anything, you could have done to change it. I'm only sixteen years old and I'm already sitting in jail, about to let my life rot away for what?

I look at my watch and notice it getting closer to ten, lights out time, and as I turn on my side and face the cement wall, I hear the cell door slide open. "Looks like you've got a new roommate Mr. Atwood, you two play nicely."

I turn back over just as the security guard locks the cell door and walks back down the corridor, leaving me alone with a kid that looks familiar, but whose face I can't exactly place at the moment. He stares at me blankly, and I mirror the image as he slowly walks over to the bunk beds and kneels down so he's only a few inches away from me.

I slowly sit up and back myself away from him as he continues to just stare, really beginning to freak me out to know ends as I slowly slide off the edge of the bed and away from him.

"Where are you trying to go Ryan? It's a ten foot by ten foot cell, not many places to hide."

The tone of his voice sends a racking shiver down my spine, and I watch him carefully as he straightens back up and takes a few more steps towards me, causing me to back up more until my back is flat against the bars on the door.

"Who the fuck are you?"

A low laugh escapes his lips and vibrates off the cement walls as my voice waivers, and my body freezes in its spot as he reaches behind his back and pulls something out of the waste band of his pants, holding it in front of him so the light can glint off the silver blade.

"I've never really liked you Atwood, you or your family. You all are the ultimate definition of white trash, and if it weren't for your piece of shit mom, my cousin would still be alive. You should have stayed at your fucking little Newport mansion and not bothered coming back here, because now I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson, one I'm sure you won't be forgetting soon."

It only takes a few seconds before I quickly turn around, and as I'm about to scream for help, I feel his hand cover my mouth tightly to prevent any noise from coming out as he struggles to hold my arms to my side. I feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes as he glides the sharp blade gently down my neck, and I continue to struggle as I feel his breath against my ear.

"It's amazing what you can bring in here just by sliding a cop a few grams of coke."

He laughs quietly right next to my ear before quickly piercing my side with the knife, and a muffled scream escapes my mouth as the laugh gets louder and louder, covering up any noise I'm making as he uncovers my mouth and lets go of me, laughing loudly as I crumple to the ground in pain.

The thick, crimson blood seeps through the cracks between my fingers as I hold my side, and I can feel the blood draining into my lung as I struggle to breathe. I try to push myself away from him as he slowly walks near me, and I try to scream out again as his boot connects roughly with my already injured side.

The sound of a cop yelling 'lights out' echoes throughout the jail as the rooms goes dark, and I can barely see the shadow of the person standing over me as he kneels over me and holds the knife against my throat. Before I get a chance to stop him, my eyes roll into the back of my head on their own accord, and I black out from the pain and blood loss.

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The sound of a low beeping vibrates through the insides of my mind as I slowly open my eyes, closing them quickly as a light somewhere in the room shines brightly, causing me to become slightly blinded. I hear someone whisper nearby, and seconds later the glow that's coming from the other side of my eyelids disappears as someone turns off the light.

"Ryan, can you hear me? I need you to open your eyes Hun."

The voice is unfamiliar, but I slowly re-open my eyes anyways as I look over at the middle aged lady standing next to me, wearing a doctors coat that says 'Dr. Simmons' on the right side. Standing next to her is Sandy and Kirsten, and I have a strong feeling that Seth isn't too far away.

"Ryan, how are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?"

The doctor's voice is quiet, almost too quiet, and I close my eyes as the room begins to spin around me. I struggle to take a deep breath, inhaling the oxygen from the oxygen mask covering my face as I do so, and the doctor quietly tells me to relax.

There's a searing pain coming from my side and stomach, and I can feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I grab my side and cry out in pain. The images of what happened back at the jail flash in my head, and I feel my body beginning to shake slightly as the image of the kid standing over me with the night burns itself into my head.

"Ryan honey, I need you to try and calm down. You just got out of surgery a few hours ago, and you need to relax so you don't pull out the stitches in your side."

I try to relax to the best of my ability as the three adults stand around me, and after a few moments I allow my eyes to open a slit as I look up at Kirsten and Sandy, allowing Kirsten to gently hold my hand as she leans down and kisses me on the forehead.

"You're going to be okay now, they're going to take very good care of you here. Is there anything you want Sandy or I to get you, something from home or the gift shop maybe?"

The word home seems so foreign, something that should be said in relation to me. I don't think I've ever considered anywhere I've ever lived to be a home, just a temporary place for room and board.

Kirsten subconsciously begins to rub small circles with her thumb into my hand that she's holding, and my eyelids begin to get heavy again as I nod my head left and right to her question and close my eyes again, listening as the doctor tells Kirsten and Sandy that it's the pain medication that's making me go in and out of it.

I try to open my eyes again to ask what happened to the other kid who did this to me, but my mind seems to have plans of it's own as it slowly begins to get hazy, and I grasp Kirsten's hand as I slowly slip back into the realm of unconsciousness again.

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