Play the song in the media. It's Go To Hell For Heaven's Sake by Bring Me The Horizon.

"Tyler Joseph," the guard says. He's standing at the door of the cell looking rather uninterested. "You have a visitor. Get up." Tyler stands from his seated position on the bed. "Put your hands out in front of you." The boy does so.

"Who's the visitor?"

The guard opens the cell door, stepping up to Tyler and cuffing him. "Your attorney."

I follow as Tyler is led through the East wing of Belle Reve. This place looks very different from the containment area we're used to. There are about ten dark rooms, each one equipped with a few chairs and a brown plastic table. There's a window on the front wall which is most likely a one way mirror. We enter the fourth room on the left, which is the only one with the light switched on. A blonde woman is seated at the table, and after seating Tyler, the guard leaves. I stand next to the woman, scrutinizing her. She looks young, too young to be here. How can she defend someone like Tyler?

"My name is Jenna Black," she says. "I'll be working your case." Tyler looks at her, then flicks his eyes up at me.

"Do you want her to know about me?" I ask him, immediate anger taking over me. "Look at her, not me!"

He swallows. "Hi, I'm Tyler," he says quietly.

Jenna seems taken aback by his shyness, but her demeanor immediately changes to fit his. Her shoulders slump a little, her features go from professional and stoic to genuine and friendly. "Tyler, I need you to help me out. I'm gonna do what I can to help you, but you have to tell me exactly what happened on March 22, okay? No lies. You have to be totally honest with me, even if it's bad."

"You were mad, Tyler," I remind him.

"I was angry," he repeats.

"Why?" Jenna asks, taking notes already.

"I - Because - well..." he stammers. He struggles to avoid looking at me as my gaze tears through him. He's had over three months to figure something out and he doesn't have the intelligence to spit out anything?

"Take your time, honey. Why were you so angry, Tyler?" Jenna asks worriedly.

The questioned takes a breath, his eyes flitting up at me for reassurance before landing back on his cuffed hands to the table. "Well, I... My parents never believed in me. When I was 17, I started a band with two of my friends... We were really good. We could've gotten signed, you know? We could've done something, but my parents didn't believe in me. They made me stop playing music and go to college... I didn't want to go, but they made me, I didn't-"

"Okay," Jenna cuts him off as he began to ramble. My breath hitches as he slowly loses his already loose grip on sanity. "So three months ago..."

"I was just having a really bad day. I just snapped, I just snapped, I just-"

"So that's why you killed your parents?"

"Yes," Tyler sighs.

"What about Madison and Jay?" Jenna asks. "Your brother and sister, why did you kill them?"

"I..." Tyler trailed off, trying to gather his thoughts. "I didn't want them to have to live with what they saw me do," he finally said.

I feel my face grow red, but I hold back from talking. I run my hands through my dyed hair, wanting to tear it all out but knowing that as a vessel, I don't have pain sensors. Tyler's words were too valiant, too sweet. Jenna will use that.

"You wanted to protect them? That's what you're telling me?" she clarified.

Tyler swallows and squeezes his eyes shut for a split second. Worry crosses his face and it's obvious that he can feel the hole my eyes are burning in him. He undoubtedly realizes his fault. Even so, he's already made a claim, and going back on it would make it obvious that he's lying. "Yes," he whispers.

"Okay," she says, nodding. She closes her binder and sticks it into her bag. "Okay," she repeats. "That's all I'll need for now."

"What?" Tyler asks. "That was short, there's nothing else?" His voice is louder than he thinks as panic rises into his voice.

"Relax, okay? I'll be back later this week, I just have some information I need to check out and look up... I just need to take care of a few thingsd, okay?"

"Alright," Tyler says. Jenna motions for a guard to return.

Once we're back in his cell, Tyler begins fingerspelling.

H-O-W-'-D I D-O-?

I glare at him, but attempt to stifle my anger. "You did fine," I finally say through gritted teeth. "Just stick to your story and we'll be okay."

Tyler nods, laying on the bed and snuggling towards the wall so he can fall asleep. I lean against the wall, watching him. Even with him messing up today, we're on the right track. There are only two things between me and happiness (a.k.a. Tyler and misery), and their names are Jenna Black and Zack Joseph.