Sydney

Iggy kept my promise and so far hadn't shown up for visiting hours. I laid silently on the creaky cot. It was boring. And I was tired and sad and couldn't sleep.

My eyes still had crust on them, and I walk over to the "bathroom" area of my cell. Ugh, I hate saying those words, much less think them.

Here I sit in my cell.

I am going to spend the next three years right here in my cell.

I'm alone in my cell.

My cell.

My cell.

My prison cell.

I stand in front of the dirty, chipped sink and stare into the rotting, cracked mirror.

My face is a glooming pale and my eyes don't look their normal purple, but instead a cruel black.

My lips are horrendously chapped, since the most fun I've had in this place is biting and picking at them.

I blink slowly, like a cat. And then turn away quickly. I was alone in this hall, all the other prisoners were taken out for their classes or outdoors time.

I go back to the cot and suddenly my heart begins to beat strongly. Like it's on fire.

I tried to figure out was wrong with me as I began to involuntarily shake.

I then just closed my eyes and suddenly ran deep into my mind. Then the trembling stopped and my heart beat fell as a hellish scream echoed in my ears. I clamped my hands over them and backed up into the hall.

It then dawned on me that I was either being haunted, or already going delirious.

"Sydney Falcon," A gruff voice called from down the hall, I stood up straight and came to the bars, wondering. "Visitors."

"Sydney!" Tarea screamed and came at me, immediately trying to break the bond on the doors, with her teeny arms. When she realized she couldn't she settled for giving me a tight hug. I looked at her. She was bloodshot and wearing a black tank top, black shoes and a black shirt. Very unusual for her.

"Why are you wearing that?" I ask, sniffing. "It's not like I'm dead."

She gripped my wrists and looked me in the eye, her long light brown hair had been straightened and feel all over her shoulders. "Now that you're in here, it feels like it. And we are all wearing black to support you, I guess." She said.

"Oh, well thanks," I whisper and rub my eye.

Maya cleared her throat and picked at the point of her eye.

"Sydney? Is that really you?" She asks, walking over. Then something passed over her face.

"Mister guard, sir? Can you please let her out so we can talk to her?"

The guard firmly shook his head and crossed his arms. "No can do, ma'am."

Maya pouted and Tarea moved over so she could hug me.

When Aunt Rhonda's turn to hug came and ended, I looked around, suddenly feeling sick.

"So you will meet our attorney before your test, darling, okay?"

"Where's Duncan?"

And a hush fell over the crowd. Travis took my hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"This is- um, uh… This is just hard for him to accept, Syddy," she says.

"He can't possibly believe I would do that?" I ask, hand grasping the iron so tight, my knuckles were snow white.

She didn't answer.

"He's just ashamed isn't he? Brother to a potential murderer? Ain't that right?"

"No, of course not, Sydney-"

"Then what is it? Why isn't he here to calm me down? To tell me he believes in me! To tell me I'm going to be okay, even though I damn straight know I won't be!"

"Language, Sydney Ryan," She scolds. "And you will be okay!"

"No I won't! I mean look where I am! No one is going to let me here the end of this!"

Then the guard cut in, "Time for your Polygraph, Falcon."

He says sticking a key in the door.

"See you on the other side," I say as he walks in my cell. I give a alien wave and he grabs my wrists and locks them in their pretty metal bracelets that are going to indent on my skin.

"You may wait in the courthouse. Any witnesses will be wanted there," The officer says, and Maya bursts into tears as he grips my forearm and escorts me down the hall.