• I sat in the back of the police car, divided by the cop and I by bars. I felt like a real criminal. Oh and what a big scene the cops made at the concert, the cops pinned my hands behind my back, and cuffed me, again like a criminal! people were staring. I remember not struggling when they put the cuffs on me. My attention was on Michael and the paramedics lifting his body off the ground and rushing him into the ambulance. Tears flowing down my ruined face. I'm not entirely sure why I was being arrested. The cops never gave me the details. They said it was because of the disturbance of the concert. It wasn't my fault. It was those pervs.

    When we got into view of the jail, my heart and stomach went into complete breakdown. It was getting hard to breathe.
    The police car came to a slow halt. The two men that drove me here, got out of the car and went to the side of my door. They opened the door hauling me out of the car. One thing for sure was, they didn't care weather they were gentle or not.
    The lady that was there at the concert, the one who called the ambulance, approached me and the two cops.
    "Thanks boys, I will take it from here." She looked at the guys
    "Yes ma'am" The two cops responded, then trailed off and out of sight.
    "So Sam how are you doing?" She was trying to be polite, I can tell, but that didn't make me feel any better
    "How the heck do you think I am?" I began yelling. I know it was disrespectful that I was yelling at a cop, but I wasn't in the best mood. "I mean I'm accused for something that's not my fault!" I began yelling, fire in my eyes.

    "Sam!" The cop snapped at me "I don't appreciate that tone." I slumped a little when she said that. "Sam we need to ask you a few questions. If your not guilty then you will be free to go. But we will need to keep you here, until your trial. If your guilty then you are sentence to jail"