The courtroom was disrupted as I entered, murmurs and whispers wafted through the room as I took my place. The jury looked judgemental but I guess that's exactly what they're here for to judge me, they look at me sceptically as if they can tell by my look that I'm guilty. I walk to the stand, all eyes on me, ears listening closely to the sound of my feet against the floor boards. I swore to tell the truth and that's exactly what I'm going to do, no lies, what is done is done. 'So where would you say this began' the police officer questioned, how cliché I thought to myself. 'It began eight years ago'.
