"I saw you on the television last night," Zoey said from the other side of the window. "Yeah? So? You're making fun of me because I'm in this place aren't you? Well guess what, Zoey. I DIDN'T KILL HER! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO UP HERE, RUB YOUR SUCCESS IN MY FACE! YOU PUSHED HER!" "Okay. That's enough," the guard demanded while putting the handcuffs back on and forcing me up from my seat. "Bye, bye," Zoey snickered with seductive eyes, glaring me down as I got dragged to my rusty cell.