I was fed up of worrying. Fed up of school. Fed up of my feelings. Fed up of the same questions I kept asking myself.

Why would they want me? Why was I here? How could this happen? Am I okay? Is this a dream? What's wrong with me?

We were back in Andy's car and he said he was taking me somewhere special. I badly wanted to know where he was taking me.

We ended up at the police station. I clung onto Andy's leg asking why we were there. He wouldn't tell me. All he said was that it would all be okay.

I couldn't take it was he there because of me?? What was happening? I couldn't take it. What was I doing here??

I wanted to just break down into tears sitting out the cold chairs in the waiting room. I looked at Andy and he seemed quite happy.

What was he so happy at?? WE WERE IN A POLICE STATION!! HOW COULD YOU BE HAPPY AT IT??

What do you think she's there for?? Thanks for reading.