["Thank you for your co-operation, young man," Mileston whispers. He stands. His hands are trembling and he swallows, his eyes tearing up. "We'll have you escorted back to your cell now."]

I had to do something. I needed to end it right where it was.

I died a little bit each time one of them uploaded a picture of the two together on instagram or twitter. Facebook even.

[The boy is lifted up by two security guards. He is now in handcuffs, because of his recent outburst. They lead him to the door and exit.]

The picture that [The boy smiles to himself as he is lead down the brightly lit corridor. He stares straight ahead. Though he isn't where he wanted to be, he's damn happy with the results.] got me the most was the one of him kissing her on the cheek. She had her lips puckered and was looking up to the left, while he kissed her on the fucking cheek.

Tour began in less than three weeks. She would be home in two. For tour prep and rehearsals.

[He sits. He is alone in his powder-blue room. And he knows what is going to happen to him.]

I covered myself with my blanket. I was on the couch, watching That's So Raven re-runs. I was too frustrated to drum. Even though it was usually my way of releasing any terrible anger.

["I know you're there," he whispers. "I'm waiting for you."]