From the first day I stepped foot inside Prudence Pass Academy, I thought I didn't deserve to be there. Now, though, I was starting to think that maybe I did.
Months later, I was sitting in an interrogation room. There was dried blood caked under my fingernails, even after they had been scraped for evidence.
Looking down at them in my lap, it was hard to resist clearing out the crusty, blackened muck. It made my stomach churn just looking at it. It still didn't feel as bad as when my mother told me I was being sent away.
I was shipped off to Prudence Pass because I was deemed too hard to handle. In the eyes of my mother and step-father, I'd gone from model student and daughter to hopeless problem child overnight.
Everyone, including me, pretended not to know why. I didn't think holding everything inside would land me somewhere like Prudence Pass. Maybe I would've tried harder to fight for myself if I'd known.
Not that it would have mattered. I was always destined to end up in a place like this. Not even two days ago, I'd started to believe that maybe I wasn't.
I wondered how my beautiful, pale green dress looked now that the blood had dried. Funny to think I'd put that dress on expecting the perfect night. I'd been looking forward to so much. So full of hope for the future.
And now I was here.
I ended up having to surrender that beautiful, ruined dress. I got these uncomfortable light blue coveralls in return. They were so thin I had a suspicion they were made from paper.
Nothing but the finest for us supposed lowlifes, right?
I hadn't even been convicted of anything and I already felt like I'd been through the wringer. I wasn't cut out for prison. I might have to toughen up fast, though.
The detective across from me cleared her throat to get my attention. I slowly lifted my head and met her weary gaze. Detective Rodriguez del Bosque was tired of my shit. It was deserved.
Honestly, I didn't know I had it in me to keep silent this long. All those years of trying to be invisible worked in my favor. We had been at this for at least eleven hours now.
All I wanted was a shower and a cup of coffee that didn't taste like a cross between charcoal and battery acid. However, that would require breaking my silence, and that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
"Listen," the detective said, "you should know that we already found the body. It's only a matter of time before this all comes down on you. It's time to get smart and start talking before it's too late."
It was far too late already.