Snippet #1024972

The situation at hand hadn't quite settled in until Kaylee was being dragged down hallway after hallway, filled with barred cells and men and women who wouldn't keep their eyes off of her until she rounded another corner. Her cheeks were damp and her brown hair was matted to the sides of her face. A guard had her wrists pinned firmly behind her back as they approached a door titled "Group Therapy" in bold lettering. He gave her a quick spiel over rules and regulations, although Kaylee wasn't hearing much of anything as her mind was trying to process the past few days. The guard pushed open the door, where once again she was being lugged around, this time into a dull room where the tension practically seeped off of its current inhabitants. Immediately her tired eyes averted to her shoes, and soon enough she felt herself being shoved down into an empty plastic chair. A robotic voice spoke up amongst the otherwise silent room, and it wasn't until the same voice talked again that Kaylee dared a glance at her surroundings. From what she could tell this was indeed a rendition of a group therapy session, although it was far from any that she had witnessed (which wasn't many). She was stuck between a girl with striking green hair and a boy who looked as nervous as she felt. It wasn't long before she went back to staring at her lap once more, where her hands were folding and unfolding over one another.
Kaylee couldn't help but wonder if it was evident that she didn't belong here. It was hard to process that just an hour ago she was standing in a court room, pleading innocent. Up until a few moments ago, her body had been numb from shock, but it was beginning to slowly register that she was going to be spending a very, very long time here.