we were at the grocery store when my brother and amy called the police on me. my brother was crying and holding me so i couldn't get away. he said he loved me, but amy was so sure i'd done it. he said after this, he couldn't ever show me his face again.

i went to jail. i was so scared. there was someone there that decided to teach me how to take care of myself there.

there were two people i think that worked behind the bar that were my friends i think or people that knew me. they were talking about it, but i can't remember if they thought i was guilty or innocent. or knew it, maybe. they might have been talking about how to get me out.

i wanted to talk to my brother so much. and amy, too. i don't know if i was guilty of what they sent me there for or not. it was ripping the family apart, though. amy had one of my necklaces and was holding it almost like a rosary and praying. that's all i remember.