Thinking back to earlier that day, the moment I saw what the chest contained I wished I’d never opened it.. but it was too late now, I wish I wouldn’t have went up to that attic, been so damn curious and now I’m stuck in a situation I can’t figure out, the moment those officers banged down that door I knew they would think I did it but I still shouldn’t have ran. I could’ve cleared my name at that moment. Now not being able to go back home, being accused of something I didn’t do.

I can’t even see my family, friends because their all being questioned. And all I have is the fifty dollars that I took out of the bank earlier that day. I need help and their is only one person I can think of who the police wouldn’t question…

Someone even my parent’s don’t know of, I tuck my head down and head towards the station knowing where it’ll lead me to, will be the best possible chance I have of clearing my name.