Ch 10! (Finally...)
Crying. Very, very low crying, barely noticeable. But definitely there.
She walks right in. Edd is sitting on the closed toilet seat. He gasps a little to see Nazz there. Nazz reaches a hand out to him.
"Please come back. It's best to let it out..." She kindly and quietly tells him.
Without noise, Edd takes her hand. She leads him back to the room. All the kids scramble quickly back to their places when they see them coming back. Nazz walks in followed by a miserable Edd.
"Uh, hey guys," he says trying to change the mood of the room.
"Double D... what happened?" Eddy asks as Double D sits down in his original place.
No answer.
"Did you cry?" Asks Johnny.
"Yes, I cried Johnny. Deep sigh I just can't take it anymore!" Double D rubs his tear stained eyes roughly. "I just can't live like this!"
"You don't have to...," says Sarah gently.
"Since when do YOU care?" Yells Eddy.
"I-I...," she stutters.
She sees everyone, except for Edd (who has a knowing look on his face), staring at her waiting.
"O-kay," she says while sighing, "I-I love him. Okay! Are you guys happy now?" She turns to Edd, "I really love you Double D."
"I knew that, Sarah. You always have been. And it's really sweet how much you care for me. But I doubt anything will make me feel better," he tells her.
"What I do not understand is how does confessing to this crime let you NOT go to jail?" Rolf questions.
"It's seems odd I know. The thing is Rolf, when you confess they are convinced you're crazy and need help. Later on, when they believe you're cured, you are free. When you don't, they suspect you did it, and put you in jail. It's as simple as that," answers Double D.
"And you confessed to something you didn't do?" Johhny asks.
"Well... yes. I had no other choice. They were pinning me down to two choices. I couldn't go to jail, I just wouldn't. So I was left to...," he says.
"Confess," finishes Jimmy.
"Yes. But really, I didn't tell them this in a truthful manner. I told them, right before I confessed, that it was going to be a lie. They replied to that by saying that they only wanted to hear what happened. So I told them that... that I got angry at her for living with my father all to herself. That I decided to get a knife and... and stab her. They asked me how many times I stabbed her. I think I answered that with a number of 3 times. It was all such a blur that day. I couldn't do anything after that except sulk and be furious at myself. At the time I believed I truly was the killer. Since they told me I was, I believed them.
"I saw my parents the next day. They were already informed of my confession by a phone call. My mother, I noticed, had been weeping. She was in shock when I came up to the table they were sitting in. I sat down and my father asked if it was true. I told them that I didn't know, but that I must've done it because I was told I have. That I possibly blacked out or couldn't, wouldn't remember. That I didn't want to remember how I did it. They were stunned beyond being stunned... Shortly, a sort of blaring came on, it signaled that I had to leave. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to go home. But I couldn't do that.
"I said to them that the police told me that they didn't want to see me anymore. That they hated me for what I had supposedly done. My parents told me that that wasn't true. That they had only been waiting to see me all that time. I was heartbroken. I had been lied to.
"My parents then told me to phone them whenever I started to feel bad. I told them I couldn't do that. That if I tried to that that the police would only listen in and twist what I say.
"For the rest of the time I was kept in Juvenile Hall. This woman, who took up on this case, named Ms. Atkins, let my parents watch my confession which was on tape. The whole thing was 11 hours long. In the end, all three were convinced that I was innocent and looking at a life sentence.
"Later on my parents went to my sister's funeral. Obviously I wasn't there, I wasn't allowed to. After that they went back to my father's house. Edana's room was empty, all that was left was a large amount of her blood on the floor where she had been lying by the time she was found dead. It was as if the police were trying to erase every trace of her. Afterwards they found out about this homeless guy who had been searching for some ex- girlfriend of his in our town. My parents went straight away to the police to ask about him. They answered that he had already been questioned about the killing, but that they decided he was too mentally incapable to had carried out a random murder. Really, they were just saving face at my expense, including my family's. They wanted to believe that I had done it just so that the whole story was different from most other murder cases... Crazy, I know.
"After that my parents were informed in how everything worked out in the world of law and order and the such. From then on my parents saw me only every Thursday and Sunday. One day, five months later, they told me of this 707 hearing that was coming up in a couple of weeks. I already knew of it, which surprised my parents," he said.
"What do you do at this so called hearing?" Questions Kevin.
"The judge decides to whether try me as a juvenile or an adult. If adult then they could ask for life... And it's not about whether I did the crime, but whether there was a strong suspision that I did it.
"Some time before this hearing, Ms. Atkins had this shirt of the homeless guy, whose name is Steven Hills, to be rechecked for any signs of splattered blood.
"Finally it was time for me to go to the hearing. The judge announced to us all that she had read the transcripts, watched all of the hours of tape, and then she declared that I was to be tried as...
Sorry this is up late.
Crying. Very, very low crying, barely noticeable. But definitely there.
She walks right in. Edd is sitting on the closed toilet seat. He gasps a little to see Nazz there. Nazz reaches a hand out to him.
"Please come back. It's best to let it out..." She kindly and quietly tells him.
Without noise, Edd takes her hand. She leads him back to the room. All the kids scramble quickly back to their places when they see them coming back. Nazz walks in followed by a miserable Edd.
"Uh, hey guys," he says trying to change the mood of the room.
"Double D... what happened?" Eddy asks as Double D sits down in his original place.
No answer.
"Did you cry?" Asks Johnny.
"Yes, I cried Johnny. Deep sigh I just can't take it anymore!" Double D rubs his tear stained eyes roughly. "I just can't live like this!"
"You don't have to...," says Sarah gently.
"Since when do YOU care?" Yells Eddy.
"I-I...," she stutters.
She sees everyone, except for Edd (who has a knowing look on his face), staring at her waiting.
"O-kay," she says while sighing, "I-I love him. Okay! Are you guys happy now?" She turns to Edd, "I really love you Double D."
"I knew that, Sarah. You always have been. And it's really sweet how much you care for me. But I doubt anything will make me feel better," he tells her.
"What I do not understand is how does confessing to this crime let you NOT go to jail?" Rolf questions.
"It's seems odd I know. The thing is Rolf, when you confess they are convinced you're crazy and need help. Later on, when they believe you're cured, you are free. When you don't, they suspect you did it, and put you in jail. It's as simple as that," answers Double D.
"And you confessed to something you didn't do?" Johhny asks.
"Well... yes. I had no other choice. They were pinning me down to two choices. I couldn't go to jail, I just wouldn't. So I was left to...," he says.
"Confess," finishes Jimmy.
"Yes. But really, I didn't tell them this in a truthful manner. I told them, right before I confessed, that it was going to be a lie. They replied to that by saying that they only wanted to hear what happened. So I told them that... that I got angry at her for living with my father all to herself. That I decided to get a knife and... and stab her. They asked me how many times I stabbed her. I think I answered that with a number of 3 times. It was all such a blur that day. I couldn't do anything after that except sulk and be furious at myself. At the time I believed I truly was the killer. Since they told me I was, I believed them.
"I saw my parents the next day. They were already informed of my confession by a phone call. My mother, I noticed, had been weeping. She was in shock when I came up to the table they were sitting in. I sat down and my father asked if it was true. I told them that I didn't know, but that I must've done it because I was told I have. That I possibly blacked out or couldn't, wouldn't remember. That I didn't want to remember how I did it. They were stunned beyond being stunned... Shortly, a sort of blaring came on, it signaled that I had to leave. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to go home. But I couldn't do that.
"I said to them that the police told me that they didn't want to see me anymore. That they hated me for what I had supposedly done. My parents told me that that wasn't true. That they had only been waiting to see me all that time. I was heartbroken. I had been lied to.
"My parents then told me to phone them whenever I started to feel bad. I told them I couldn't do that. That if I tried to that that the police would only listen in and twist what I say.
"For the rest of the time I was kept in Juvenile Hall. This woman, who took up on this case, named Ms. Atkins, let my parents watch my confession which was on tape. The whole thing was 11 hours long. In the end, all three were convinced that I was innocent and looking at a life sentence.
"Later on my parents went to my sister's funeral. Obviously I wasn't there, I wasn't allowed to. After that they went back to my father's house. Edana's room was empty, all that was left was a large amount of her blood on the floor where she had been lying by the time she was found dead. It was as if the police were trying to erase every trace of her. Afterwards they found out about this homeless guy who had been searching for some ex- girlfriend of his in our town. My parents went straight away to the police to ask about him. They answered that he had already been questioned about the killing, but that they decided he was too mentally incapable to had carried out a random murder. Really, they were just saving face at my expense, including my family's. They wanted to believe that I had done it just so that the whole story was different from most other murder cases... Crazy, I know.
"After that my parents were informed in how everything worked out in the world of law and order and the such. From then on my parents saw me only every Thursday and Sunday. One day, five months later, they told me of this 707 hearing that was coming up in a couple of weeks. I already knew of it, which surprised my parents," he said.
"What do you do at this so called hearing?" Questions Kevin.
"The judge decides to whether try me as a juvenile or an adult. If adult then they could ask for life... And it's not about whether I did the crime, but whether there was a strong suspision that I did it.
"Some time before this hearing, Ms. Atkins had this shirt of the homeless guy, whose name is Steven Hills, to be rechecked for any signs of splattered blood.
"Finally it was time for me to go to the hearing. The judge announced to us all that she had read the transcripts, watched all of the hours of tape, and then she declared that I was to be tried as...
Sorry this is up late.