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KENTRELL DESEAN GAULDEN 𝟤𝟥 - 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 -
I just laid out across my bed as I stared off into space
I feel bad for what I did and I just wanna apologize to Cassandra
As I was deep into my thoughts I heard a loud bang in front of my cell causing me to jump up
I looked to see what it was and it was the police officer standing there
" Somebody wants to talk to you" He said. "Get up" He demanded , I got up and walked over to the cell and put my hands through the hole as he place handcuffs on my hand
" Come on" He said opening up my cell as I walked out
He grabbed onto my arms as he led me out
We made it to the phone call room and he told me what number my call was at
" Seat 2" He pointed and I nodded walking over grabbing the phone placing it to my ear as I sat down
" Hello" I said. " Hi youngboy, This is Shirley" The lady on the phone said
" Do I know you" I asked. " No. I'm your therapist" She said
Not this shit again
I don't know how many times I'll tell them I DON'T NEED THERAPY!
The shit doesn't help, it's like a pill it works for a certain amount of time then the shit wears off n then i'm back to square 1
" I don't need therapy and I don't want it, Thank you" I said about to hang up but she said something
" Kentrell the court says you need it before they schedule your trial so can you please suck it up" She said throwing a bit of attitude at me
" Kentrell what led you to stab her" She said. "Stab who" I asked acting clueless. "Your ex" She said and I went silent
" Do you still love her" She asked. "Yes" I mumbled
" So why did you stab her" She asked. "The voices in my head kept telling me to" I sighed. "Voices? What voices" She asked
