You were at the police station for what seemed like forever, being asked questions and signing papers after paper. You were in shock, in shock after seeing Stanley get shot to death by Charlie, you're nice neighbor who turned out to be a phyco.

You're mind seemed to be moving fast and slow at the same time, like only bad thoughts and memories were surfacing. The gun, the threats, the lies, the injustice. You were basically just a bomb waiting to blow up.

Finally you're parents and Ravi came to take you home. Everything was a blur, you were in the car, Ravi holding onto you and asking if you were many every few seconds. You're parents were talking in hushed concerned tones as you're mom drived. The traffic lights seemed to be more bright then usual. It seemed like the cloths on you're back were too tight. It was almost like you could feel and hear Charlie put the gun to you're head, whispering stuff you couldn't make out, you hated that. When you couldn't price things together.

*suddenly it was just too much, you covered your ears with you're hands, you're eyes moving around frantically. It was too much.