Kill Me I Dare You

Okay, its been one year. One year, and I've gotten eight letters total, I've written 48, one for every week I've been in here.

I think I'm finally realizing the fact that my friends, my family, don't want anything to do with a convict.

God.

I'm a convict!

The good news is there giving me an early parole meeting. I'm happy. It's uncommon. But I have a feeling Gerard did something. In his last letter he explained to me how sorry he was, I understand there on tour, I really do, but there hiding something.

I know it.

My hearing is in two weeks. I'm still working in the kitchens with Sam, Sam gets out soon, she got thirteen years, an its going to be thirteen years real soon.

I'm currently sitting in my cell, once again re-reading Twilight. I hear Breaking Dawn is out, if I get out, the first thing I'm doing is buying that damn book. I'm dying to know what happens.

I looked at my cell wall. The calender has a bright red circle on the date where I will be rejudged. I'm scared shitless.