As the detective left the room, leaving me with my thoughts, I could not help but feel a sense of loneliness and vulnerability. The harsh reality of my situation started to sink in even deeper. The possibility of facing a trial, especially with such damning evidence against me, loomed over my head like a storm cloud. I hated it. I took a few deep breaths and released them as I began to reflect on the events that had led me to this point. The fight with Mitch, the accusations, the fingerprints on the alleged murder weapon–everything seemed like a piece of a puzzle that I had not fully grasped. The real killer was out there, and I needed to find a way to prove my innocence and uncover the truth, while at the same time being very careful and trying my best to please the killer and do what he or she wanted me to do. The sound of the door opening as someone walked in caught my attention. It was two guards, and I had an idea as to why they were in there; to take me to my cell. I stood

Through the haze of agony, I could hear the approaching footsteps growing louder, mixed with the murmur of voices. As the pain reached its peak, the cell door swung open, and a group of guards rushed in. Their faces reflected a mix of concern and urgency. It was a stark contrast to their usual indifference. One of the guards, different from the one who had been helping me, knelt beside me. “What’s happening?” I managed to whisper through gritted teeth, tears escaping my eyes. “It’s alright, we’re going to help you,” He assured me, looking away for a few seconds so he could tell his colleagues to get the medical team. The pain began to ebb away, leaving me weak and trembling. The guards exchanged glances, communicating in hushed tones. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead as I tried to make sense of the situation. “We need to get her to the infirmary, now,” One of the guards said, taking charge. Supported by two guards, I was lifted to my feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain through

“Come on, go inside,” The guard said to me.I was confused, the room was unlike any of the ones that I had seen in my life. I was on edge, and a bad feeling sat at the bottom of my stomach. The walls were strange, and the ceiling too. They were far from normal. There were mirrors everywhere, it was very strange and eerie. “What’s going on?” I asked, being on high alert. “Where’s Cassie?” I was in the room. There was no furniture and the windows were sealed. There was a weird smell and the floors were dirty. The guard simply closed the door and I heard a click, signaling that it was locked. My heart raced as the guy locked the door behind me. Panic started to settle in, and I desperately looked around for any sign of an explanation. I knew it, I knew that I should not have trusted the guy. The mirrors reflected my anxious expression back at me, creating an unsettling feeling as if I were being watched from every angle. I rushed to the locked door and began to bang on it. “Let me

I could not believe what I was looking at. In fact, I did not want to believe it, I did not want it to be true.I could feel the tears building in my eyes again as I stared. “What is that?” My voice was soft and shaky. The guard still had his pistol in his hand but it was no longer pointed towards me. He walked in my direction, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think you and I know very well that you know what that is.” I swallowed, a knot forming in my throat as my heart pounded. “That’s my brother’s necklace…” I furrowed my eyebrows. It was around the dead body’s neck. I remember that I had bought him that necklace for his eighteenth birthday, and he has worn it since. He never took it off, and I even used to tease him about it. “That…it is.” The guard shrugged, smirking. “But…” I scoffed as a tear escaped my eye. I did not want to believe it. This had to be a sick and twisted joke that was being played on me. It had to be. Gosh, I really wanted it to be. “Why is it around

The guard’s expression softened slightly, though the memory of his pistol reminded me of the danger I was still in. With a final warning, he turned and led the way.This time, although I was still scared for my life, I followed him. I stayed a small distance until we reached the end of the paved path. There was a huge tree and the lake looked magical. If it was under any other circumstances, this would have been nice. But my life was literally in danger. The full moon’s light reflected on the soft rumbles of the lake and I could not stop staring at it.I was not even a painter but I wanted to paint the scene really bad. “You’re about to meet the person who killed your ex,” The guy said as he placed his hands in his pockets. “He would be here in less than five minutes.” I wanted to speak but to be honest, I was scared of this guy. He no longer appeared to me as that harmless stranger who wanted to help me. The image of him hitting me and almost shooting me with his pistol was etched