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    Help! I'm A Blonde in Prison – (Chapter: How it Started)

    "Oh My God! Aiden who did this to you", I was hysterical.

    He just grimaced in pain, and urged me to open the box in his hand; I refused.

    "Come on we need to get you some help", I stated as I tried to lift him to no avail.

    Aiden opened the box and gave me a crooked smile, suppressing a cough as blood dribbled down his lips. There was a bracelet in the box that had blue charms. He put the bracelet on and struggled to say words. There was so much blood everywhere and try as I might; I knew and he knew I couldn’t save him. My hands were caked in his blood, and I searched everywhere for something to help. Thats when I saw something gleam from the corner of my eye and I picked it up. It was the culprits knife. I raised the knife to inspect it and heard a gasp. Madison was there with the police. I lowered the knife.

    "Thank God your here my friend needs help!", I was enthralled because I believed Aiden had a chance.

    "Drop the knife on the ground and put your hands over your head", the police ordered.

    I cocked my head in confusion and caught my reflection in my mirror across the hall. Aiden was in my bedroom, probably on his last breath, stabbed nearly to pieces with very knife in my hand, me drenched in his blood, and my finger prints all over him and the alleged weapon. I cursed, because I knew I looked really guilty. I tried to back up and explain, but the police withdrew their guns.

    "Put the knife down! We don’t want to have to hurt you!", the police barked again.

    Madison, that fake mother fuc– Well her! She put on this whole act falling to her knees and sobbing uncontrollably when Aiden stopped twitching. At that time I felt sympathetic but now that I know the truth I could careless. I was hauled downtown to answer questions. My alibi was that I was with the student body class, but they were so intoxicated  that they didn’t even remember my face or name. My lawyer Kelly tried her hardest to get me from going to Prison, but it didn’t work. I was now a convicted criminal. She visited me in jail the day before they were going to transfer me.

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