On Trial

The Broken Bottle

Hey everyone! I'm finally back with a new chapter! This chapter was written in the hospital. I had a notebook with me, with a draft of this chapter in it, so I wrote it while in A and E, waiting to be taken to the ward.

Feel free to just skip this part, if you want. In the early hours of yesterday morning, I started experiencing heart palpitations that slowly morphed into chest/arm pain. Of course, I instantly thought I was having a heart attack, but my dad, who has had a lot of first aid training said that my skin wasn't a funny colour, my breathing was perfectly normal and I was moving about and talking, normally.
He sat in the living room with me, and tried giving me food and water to make me feel better, but the pain just got worse and worse.
I ended up phoning for an ambulance and staying in hospital, because I was literally screaming from the pain.
They did two blood tests (unfortunately, because I hate needles), because they were worried that the muscle in my heart was decaying. Thankfully the tests came back negative and they found that it actually wasn't anything to do with my heart, I was actually having a major panic attack and I needed to take some days off college to heal. I was not in a fit state to go this morning and the thought of work is really stressing me out.

I'm home and ok now, though, no need to worry, I'm recovering and my parents are keeping an eye on me. I promise I'm ok, just a bit sore from the blood test and cannula.

Thank you so much to Jess, for helping me plan this chapter, a while back! I've been so excited to release it!!

Warning: This chapter contains a lot of bad language, violence and alcohol abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

Madeline had been walking around Torlip, for a while.

She could understand why her parents never took her back there, after that holiday; it was so run-down. The streets were dirty, the people were rude, and the only proper shops sold used weapons, and nothing else. It was like Vardaros, only worse.

Madeline scanned Mr Kurt Trellis' address again, as she wandered down a back alley.

Dmitry and the puppies were getting tired now, lagging behind.

"I'm sorry, my sweets," Madeline said, pausing to kneel down and stroke their fur, "It won't be that much further, I promise."

She continued down the alleyway, checking each and every building she passed.

She soon found herself, in the street she needed, Morlis Street. She now, had to look for a number 13.

6, 7, 8.

Nope.

9, 10.
Nearly there.

11, 12...13!

"Oh my, what a dump," Madeline grumbled. It wasn't like the other houses on the street were that much better, but this one was just...yeesh!

Madeline took a deep breath, before knocking on the dead-looking door.

At first there was no answer, so she tried again.

And again.

And again.

And-

"I'm coming for fucks sake!"

What a lovely sounding man. She hoped that he hadn't spoken to Cassandra like that. If she was even there, of course.

The door opened and Madeline clenched her fists, when she laid her eyes on a man, dressed in dirty clothes, covered in grime and carrying a bottle of beer.

What a sight.

"Good afternoon," Madeline began, "are you, Mr Kurt Trellis?"

"Yeah," the man spat, "what's that got to do with you?!"