Chapter 202 Chapter

I nodded. "Yeah, you're my mess. My problem." Outside, the sun was awakening. I could feel it; the passing of the night giving way to the coming of the new day. It was instinctual, like an internal alarm clock calling you to your rest, warning you that it was time for lock-down. Or in this case, time for the execution. Standing up, I grabbed the chair, dragging it across the room and wishing the sound of it shrieking along the floor could drown out the tap-tap-tapping that was shrieking in my head. Looking out of the small dirt-encrusted window in the door, I saw them all beginning to congregate, like the old hags did at the guillotine, gleefully waiting for the heads to fall. Charlie stood centre stage, his chest puffed out like a crowing cockerel, clearly enjoying his moment in the spotlight. Fenton was there too, strangely distanced from the others and I knew whatever happened from here on out, I was going to have to work damned hard to make amends for lashing out at him. I watched