![]() ![]() Might not sound like much, but you can't smell what I smell. I've been in a holding cell for two days. They took me from the hospital on Wednesday. They drain the fluid from my surgery into two little bags glued onto my skin. There are two of them, under the left and right sides of my chin. They sent in a nurse to change my drains. ![]() The words make no sense to me, but I hold them for Kaitlyn. I've got a piece of paper- Not Guilty scrawled on the back. I've been in this holding cell for a long time now. Here I am, scribbling away just like she always did. If they find me incompetent, I suppose they will put me in a room on some remote ward in Claydon, just like Kaitlyn. ![]() It loses all meaning if you say write it enough. I will never be able to say that word again. Cutting out your own Mutilating yourself is the fastest way to head there. Prime suspect in arson and murder and whatever else. "On account of your… disability," the guard said, peering at me through the glass door. To have this pencil and this notepad, they mean. ![]()
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