Do All Rockstars Go To Hell?, chapter 7

I leaned against the damp, cold wall. I hug my head between my knees. So, this is what jail's like. Sucks.

I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. "Dead man walking!" someone called. I looked up to see who it was. Snake. He looked at me. "Hey kid," he smirked, "Whatever you did probably isn't nearly half as bad as what I did."

My heart sank. Well, obviously he did just a little more than rob a warehouse again. A few minutes later, the lights over head lost power then quickly regained. Bye, slithering, slimey snake.

An officer unlocked my cell. I stood up. "You made bail, punk," he said, fondling with the keys and not looking at me.

"Who?" I asked.

"Some girl," he said, "She looks about your age. I got no idea where she got the money." Emily, I thought.

He led me to the front desk. I needed my stuff back. "One Swiss army knife," the man began, "One leather jacket, black. One...Playboy Magazine." I blushed. How'd that get in there? "And one," he continued, "Family portrait." I snatched that away from him. They should have never taken that from me. But they did anyway. No matter how much I kicked and screamed.

I walked out the front gate back into the cold weather. There I saw Emily running towards me. I held out my arms. She grabbed my hand instead and began running toward the bus stop. "There's no time for that," she said hurriedly, "Julia's in the hospital." With that said, I ran faster. I was nearly pulling her instead.

We still had to wait about ten minutes before the bus finally pulled up. We hopped on and headed downtown to find Julia. We ran through the hospital doors. I slammed my hand on the desk. It startled the lady. "Can I help you," she said, glaring at me.

"Julia Black," I said, "I'm her brother, Chris."

We were running toward the hallway fight after she said "Room 812."

I burst through the door. "Julia!" I gasped. It was a horrible sight. She was hooked up to all these monitors. She had a tube running through her nose. But worst of all, the line that showed her heart rate was barely moving.

I ran to her side. "C'mon, Jules," I said, running my hand through her light brown hair, "Don't leave me. I need you. Emily even needs you. Please, please big sister..."

"Don't leave me, too."