A/N: My bad, y'all, class was a little crazy this week lmao. It's not the best, so I'm sorry!

Enjoy!

"St— ri—t -h—e y-u a—!"

I couldn't see anything—just darkness and colors. Everything was muffled in my ears. Noises were hiding under the loud ringing I was stuck with. It was louder than before. Everything was blurry.

Someone stomped to me and flipped me to my stomach, forcing my hands behind my back. I heard the handcuffs clicking and going around my wrists, closing tight. I felt something cold press to my back. The tip of a gun was pointing right into me.

"W-it, I d-n't—" I could barely hear myself.

"St- q—e-!" He screamed into my ear. The gun was still pointing at me. He dragged me to my feet, forcing me through the house. I was tripping over myself and the shit on the ground. I just saw colors. Everyone left. And I was the one that was arrested.

There were voices nearby, just noise and murmurs.

This was getting fucking worse. I was angry, but I also wanted to cry. I couldn't get away from this. This was what Max was afraid of. What my mom wanted me to be away from.

"Y— -av- t- -i—t to —m-i- s—e-t." He started with those stupid rights as we got outside. It was memorized into my brain: "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court. With these rights in mind, are you still willing to talk with me about the charges against you?"

"Y-, s-r." I said when I heard nothing after.

I was pressed against the cop car, lights trying to burn my eyes, and he started to pat me down, grabbing my phone, money, and ID.

"-ne go— b-e-h, plea-." He shoved a breathalyzer into my face.

I have to go along. I can't get any jail time for this.

"Point-zero-nine."

I'm going to jail. I was forced into the car and it slammed shut.

Everything was hurting. My stomach was hurting. My face was hurting. I felt like I was gonna hurl. My arms were hurting already from the cuffs. I felt like shit.

Fuck Rachel Amber. Fuck Vortex. Fuck Blackwell. Fuck Arcadia Bay. Fuck everyone.

Fuck me.

I knocked my head against the wall. Again and again, hoping to knock out or die. They stuck me in a small interrogation room for I dunno how long. I still haven't seen anyone else other than a police officer.

My high was wearing off and the pain was getting worse. The ringing in my ears filled the silence, getting on my nerves. It made me hit my head harder.

I didn't know what to feel. Was I angry? Sad? Scared? All three? All I knew was that I felt weak. I could make any stupid mistake.

I stopped knocking my head and stared at my lap.

Why couldn't I pass out anymore?

The door opens, and it was a different officer. Or detective. I dunno, some guy wearing blue and holding a clipboard.

"Hey, how're you doing?" He sits across from me. "What's your name?"

"Chloe."

"Chloe Price. So, let's make it easy for you. We found alcohol, marijuana, and spray paint inside the house. Inside the house of James Amber, the mayor of Sherwood. You were the last one found inside the house in the room where the room was defaced and bottles of marijuana were inside. You also proved that you're under the influence of those drugs. Were you the one who brought in those items?"

I looked away. I can rat out everyone else. I could get everyone else in trouble.

"Not talking, huh? Your current sentence at the moment would be two-hundred hours of community service within the house to clean up and fix the mess that was made. There is also a two-hundred and sixty dollars fine with your name on it. I want what's best for you, really, and it could lessen if you tell us someone was working with you."

I can't think. All I want is help.

"Could I… call someone?" I felt my throat tightening.

"We called someone for you already. She's on her way."

Mom is crying her eyes out, I know it.

"I need to call one more person…"

"No can do, Chloe." He shook his head. "Not when the daughter of James Amber pointed you out in particular. Along with some other sober witnesses there who proved their innocence."

Fucking bitch... I see you hated me as much as I fucking hated you.

"You couldn't arrest anyone else?"

"Can't say, Chloe. However, you'll be sitting there until we get a clear answer from you or someone decides to come clean. In all the years I've worked here, the latter is never happens."

I felt my eyes well up and burn. I couldn't hold in my tears anymore. I kept a tough face, even though it didn't help me.

"Nothing, huh?" He grabbed his clipboard again and strode to the door. "I'll be back later. Think this over." He slammed the door shut. I hit my head against the wall with the same force.

I have no idea how long I've been here... I'm exhausted... and hungry...

I was getting jittery and nauseous, trying to hold everything in. I've been wanting to scream since I got there, but it wouldn't do anything. It would work in their favor. It meant I was losing my mind and will say anything they want to get this over with. I was losing my mind.

Everyone thinks I brought those things in there. The drinks, the weed, the paint… Shut up stupid noise in my head!

It was getting higher. Louder. I slammed my head into the wall again.

"Chloe!" My mom was ready to run into the room. It looked like she was crying the whole ride here. "I can't believe—"

"Sit there, Ms. Price." The same man waved to the other chair.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't focus on anything.

"Chloe… Were you the one who did all of this, who caused this destruction? Did you go there to destroy their home? Did you go to prove something?!"

I looked away from her. Just keep it together, Price.

"What you did is wrong, but because I'm your mom and I love you," she had her hand out to reach to me, but I couldn't move, "I hope you know what you have done, and I want you to face the consequences. I can't forgive this for now, but I need you to wake up."

I couldn't look at her or him. I have to stay tough. You can't break.

"I never imagined to wake up to a call from the police, let alone the call being about you! Are you still angry? Do you want something to be fixed?! I want us to be closer again. I'm glad you're still in school with good grades and good friends, but are you happy?"

My throat was tight. Her voice was fading away. It drowned in the ringing.

All I heard was ringing, growing louder. The voices weren't understandable anymore.

"Thank you, Ms. Price." I could barely hear that. "We'll call you when we're done here."

My mom left without looking back at me. I looked at the table again.

"I'm leaving you in here for a bit. Think about your answer."

I was able to get some sleep, passing out before I knew it. It helped with ignoring my fuck-ups and my physical pain. I think I had a nightmare. I couldn't run in it. My legs were hurting. What a shitty feeling to wake up to.

"Chloe Price." It was the officer. "We have some news for you. You won't need a lawyer. Or, a trial for that matter."

"Is that supposed to be good news?"

"There were condemning evidence with your face and prints clear as day on them. You're the only one everyone pointed to. You're the only one all the witnesses who came forward named."

I wanted to scream. What was he talking about? What was everyone else talking about? Did that house have cameras or something? Fuck! What the fuck is about to happen to me?!

"James Amber's daughter did come forward and took all the responsibility regarding the party itself and the alcohol. However, that was all she stated."

"What about my bruises?! Huh?!" I wanted to snap, but moving a little bit made me sit back down again. I could only use my voice. "Doesn't that mean something? You know, I was beat nearly to death!"

"Took care of it."

"Who—"

"Listen, Chloe, we both know that you want to get out of here, so we better cut to the chase, yeah?"

I huffed. I didn't have a choice. Who knows what the fuck will happen when I stay in this room any longer... Okay... fine. You win. "What's my sentence...?" I said through gritted teeth.

"A few days in jail, along with the two-hundred and sixty dollar fine and two-hundred hours of community service on Amber Manor."

I couldn't think of shit. I needed sleep, morphine, to be back in my dorm room. I needed to be alone. I wanted to be alone.

Jail wasn't the right place for me to have time alone.

Nothing could be said.

It was a small room. I was wearing prisoner orange, sitting alone in a beige room with nothing but the ringing in my head, an uncomfortable bed, and that cold sink and toilet I've only seen on TV. I was finally given medical help. I knew I was covered in dark purple bruises and even small movements shot a sharp pain through me.

A few days. Three days. I had nothing to do, other than think and eat that bullshit they called food.

I took a mugshot. My right fingers were still covered in black ink from the fingerprints. I was stuck with one police officer.

I guess me being beat to hell wasn't enough to prove that

James Amber probably wanted me in this room. I'm only fucking seventeen! I shouldn't be in a room like this! Good job, Chloe... You have a criminal record now.

A/N: Review and shit!