(Chelsea)
I couldn't stop shaking. The handcuffs were cutting into my wrists but that wasn't why I was shaking. It was the FBI agents. The way they looked at me like I was some kind of criminal.
Which I guess I was. Since being with Jason, I have done so many things I didn't even know I was capable of. I hurt my best friend and now, here I am paying for my crimes.
They put me in a room with gray walls and a metal table. The chair was uncomfortable and cold. I kept thinking about Jason in another room somewhere. Was he talking? Was he blaming me?
The door opened and two agents walked in. A woman with short blonde hair and a man in a cheap suit.
"Chelsea White," the woman said. "I'm Agent Martinez. This is Agent Park."
I didn't say anything. Jason always said not to talk to cops witho
