I wake up as early as possible, placing sky's box under my sock, were no will notice from how baggy my pants are around my ankles. "all I have to do sit and wait for the caretakers to search my room" I sigh, its bin around seven days since griffin started telling people that I stole items from the holding room, I fall on my bed "I only have one week and seven days till daniel sends someone to take my life." I lay for a few more hours till I get super bored and go on my last walk of the building, as I walk over to the door just as my hand touches the handle. its flung open by Margret with to other caretakers beside her. Margret looks at me with a smug look, "what do you want?" I ask, trying to act as normal as possible, the woman on Margret left pushes past me as the woman on the right starts to speak, "761757, we have been told that you have bin taking items from the holding room" the woman says with her scratchy voice, like nails being dragged on a chalkboard. "are you kidding me" I snap trying to act as normal as possible. "well," Margret says giving me a funny look "that's why we're here to search your room," a look at Margret with a angry glare "no, come back when you have proof that I stole something!" I scream I try to walk out of the room but one of the women pushes me to the ground, making me watch as they tear apart my room. I sit there helpless praying that sky won't make a peep, I hold my breath when Margret looks under my bed pulling out my two books. "that's not mine," I scream "someone set me up" Margret looks at me with a wide grin probably happy I'm leaving after me being a thorn in her side for the last seven years. the other two ladies look petrified like I committed mass murder, "that wasn't me" I repeat over and over again. the two ladies grad my arms and start dragging me down the hall with Margret following down the hall behind carrying my crutch with me kicking and screaming. I blackout till I wake up in a small metal box with barely any wiggle room. it was pure silver-white with a large light illuminating the whole box down to the smallest detail, I reach down and pull out sky's box holding it close to my chest. "thank god you're still with me" I whisper, death gripping the box before letting him fly around "at least its bigger than your box" I joke trying to get comfortable. I start thinking about everything I gave up for someone I haven't seen since I was seven before I know it I'm wiping salty tears of my face. sky lands on my shoulder and nuzzles up to my cheek trying to cheer me up, I give sky a nice head scratch and try to find a comfortable sleeping position, then place sky in his box reminding it in my sock then close my eyes for the rest of the night.