It's been a week since my meeting with my lawyer, Mark Fischbach, and my interrogation with Detective McLoughlin. I haven't had any contact with them, and yet I'm supposed to have another meeting with Mr. Fischbach today. I've been around the same cops, and the same times, only with different days the last two weeks. Some of them are actually nice to me, like Craig Thompson and another new face, Evan Fong. He's a young Asian looking fellow who got transferred to this station last week, or so I've heard. Officer Thompson will often tease him, calling him "Vanoss". What the hell is a Vanoss?
And even though there were nice people around here, there were also the bitches that whined like pigs, considering. Such as Rydendale, for example. Ever since I was arrested I've been on her bad side even though I've done nothing to her. She has a daughter in the force as well with purple streaks in her hair, to whom her mother no doubt spread rumors to her about me, since she glares at me whenever she walks by my tiny, disgusting, crammed cell.
It is currently 12:34 pm, and Officer Thompson is talking about his family.
"...I just came back from Boston, actually and while I was there I saw my girlfriend Dawn. She's so gorgeous and I miss her already. Long distance sucks." He sighed out in disappointment. "Yeah, I can see where you're coming from. Dawn is a lucky girl to have someone as caring as you. And if you love her as much as you say, don't let her go." I tried to give him advice when I have no idea in the first place how it feels to be in a long distance relationship. He swirled around in his office chair that was outside of my cell nodding his head to my response. Officer Fong came over and stopped Craig spinning.
"(Y/n), I have been ordered by Sargent Rydendale to bring you to your meeting with Mr. Fischbach." He stood tall and prominent. Why was he acting like this? He is normally just and friendly and talkative as Thompson.
"But my 'meeting' wasn't until two? Why do I have to go now?" I questioned. I wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing my lawyer again, but I suppose I was at the same time. I didn't like the way he seemed unprofessional and not serious about the whole case, yet I did want to see him for the sake of me getting out of this hell hole. The only thing that makes me smile these days are Officer Thompson and Officer Fong.
"Scheduling has been changed. You are to shower, then come with me." He beckoned to Craig for the keys to my cell, but he decided to unlock it on his own. "Sorry (Y/n). I don't know what his problem is." He whispered as I walked out of my cell and Evan grabbed my arm to drag me into the showers. After I bathed and received a new set of clothes to slide on, I met with Mr. Fischbach in the same room as last time. He looked to me and smiled as I sat down. During these last two weeks I thought of how rudely I treated him when I had first met him, and I know now that I need to do better, if I want to get out of here. He smiled at me so I smiled back, he held his hand out and I firmly shook it.
"Hello Ms. (L/n)." He greeted.
"Hello Mr. Fischbach." I returned.
"Uh, uh, uh. What did we discuss last time?"
I sighed out a laugh.
"Hello Mark."
"Good girl." And now he's treating me like a fucking dog. I really don't like this guy. Put on a show, (Y/n). Smile and laugh.

"So, I have some unfortunate news." He informed me while clutching his briefcase.
"Oh, I'll take the good news first then." I ordered, though trying to remain positive.
"(Y/n), there is no good news." He took his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. My smile slowly dropped into a frown. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find the words to.
"Firstly, Ryan has passed from the wound to his stomach. The doctor said they stopped it but did not patch him correctly, leaving internal bleeding without their knowledge. His death doesn't exactly help your case." He paused. I froze as he said that. He's dead? I'm not sure if I should be exhilarated or mournful. The up side is if and when I get out of here, I won't have to live in fear that he would come find me again. But the down side is he could have gotten help. Gone to AA, rehab, anger management, anything and everything to help him get better because he wasn't all there in his head. Mr. Fischbach looked up to me and put his glasses back on as he continued to speak.
"Secondly, I could not assemble an immediate trial for you, and I apologize for that. Since crime rate has increased over the last three years, court cases are all backed up. I'm sorry, but your trial won't be for another two years and four months in the fall of 2018." He put his chin on his palm as he waited for a reaction from me. And hell, he's gonna fucking get one.
"Two... fucking... years? Are you kidding me? No other state could just take my case instead?" I whined to him as I shouted in anger.
"No, since this act was committed in the state of California, it shall be handled by such." He kept his calm as I reddened.
"What about bail? Huh? Can I still get out through bail?"
"Well that's my third piece of news, (Y/n). Your bail is $295,000." My mouth dropped and I leaned back in my chair. It's hopeless.
"I tried to lower it, you have to believe me, but I couldn't and I'm so sorry." He pleaded for forgiveness as I sat in unresponsiveness and a tear rolled down my cheek that I tried to hold back. I'm not gonna make it out of here.
"I would like to leave now..." I stood up and nodded to Mr. Fischbach.
"It was nice to met with you again, Sir." I turned away and walked toward the large  metal door and knocked three times before Officer Fong opened it.
"I would like you to take me back to my cell, please." I requested with my head down. Evan looked behind me to Mr. Fischbach whom I looked back to and he had a worried expression on his face. Looking back down to my feet, Officer Fong brought me back to my cell.