Purple Psychos (#1)

purple ; a trial

"A broken heart, so tell me when it kicks in." - Bloodstream, Ed Sheeran

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"Order to the court!" The whispers died out as the judge stood. In the box to his left sat Alessandra's mother, Issy. Her long midnight hair fell over a blouse and skirt. Her face was heavily made up, and if we're being totally honest, nothing she said was helping Alessandra's case.

Mostly, she was spewing things about how 'she wished she had been a better parent' and 'this was all her fault.' The rest of her family sat in the first row squashed uncomfortably close to Troy's own family. Alessandra saw her younger sister Lily, her father Mason, and her older brother James. Hushed mockeries passed between the two siblings, and Alessandra turned away in disgust.

She had to admit, she was looking quite dreary today. Orange was never really her color. She swept her orange-red locks over one shoulder and leaned back against her chair. Alessandra wasn't worried, not even in the least. Her mother always got her out of these silly things. Whether that be with charm or money, didn't really matter. The trivial things never did.

"Oh, I never wished this life for my daughter. This image of hers, it doesn't help her case. But my daughter didn't do this. How do you know it wasn't Troy's own family! It would be the perfect cover up, wouldn't it?"

The judge didn't look convinced. Issy cleared her throat and looked away. Alessandra couldn't help but sigh; her mother's antics soon became bothersome. She wished that Issy would just bribe the judge already. It was clear they weren't going to get out if this with their lies.

The woman went on like this for what seemed like hours, until finally Troy's sister was brought to the box. "Gosh, I pity anyone who will believe her lies. She made my brother a victim for far too long, and I won't watch her do it again to somebody else. I want to see that woman pay."

Alessandra could only roll her eyes and flick a strand of hair from her cheek. She wished everyone would stop being so melodramatic. It wasn't such a big deal, honestly.

"She made my brother's life a living hell. It was so bad that he couldn't even wake up and realize what she was doing to him. He wouldn't see us for months at a time and the calls we shared were cold and short. He was a different person. It was her fault; it was all her fault. You know he came to see us the night before she killed him? He told us he wanted to change, that he would leave her. Look how that turned out."

Alessandra's lawyer asked her many questions; many of them answered in spiteful fury. Alessandra couldn't help dozing off once in a while, but the girl's bittersweet voice jolted her back each time. She was confused why this took so long. To be quite honest, the girl had never killed before. Sure, she had been in fights and put on trial for assault, and there were many theft charges, but none like this. She had expected it to go the same way.

Her mouth twitched as the judge left for a break. What was taking so long? She itched to get out of her awful orange outfit, and slip back into a comfortable silk dress. Her arms crossed over her chest on their own accord.

After that, it was her turn. "Is it true that you were with Troy Sarie the night of his murder?" She denied the accusation. As a matter of fact, she denied every question afterward. She simply wasn't in the mood. The attention switched off of her and back to her lawyer, who questioned Troy's mother. She tried her best to tune out the conversation.

And then Alessandra's lawyer spoke one word that turned her life upside down: murder. It wasn't murder, was it? Oh, God, it was! Her blue eyes sparked in fury. What had she done? It had been a in-the-moment action. Alessandra had heard the boy talking to his sister on his cell phone, and she was enraged by the things she heard. How dare he! She thought Troy loved her!

Troy deserved it, though. The thought calmed her. He was about to ruin her, and she couldn't watch and let it happen. This was for the best.

Right now, Alessandra couldn't help but wish to sit down with a glass of wine to ease her. Her mind was in chaos and she could barely hear herself think!

Suddenly, her heart ached. Troy would have calmed her down. He knew just the right thing to say to her. And she had destroyed him.

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"My client has changed her plead." Alessandra took a sharp breath; in through her nose and out through her mouth. She didn't want to face the reality: she was going to jail. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes but she didn't dare let them fall. She had too much pride for that.

Her mind was volatile. Alessandra hated herself for doing what she did. But as the guards led her out of the court room, she didn't resist.

~

That week, Alessandra Elizabeth Vernon was taken to prison on the charge murder in the second degree. She recieved 20 years of prison and a mandatory hour of therapy each week.

She shared her cell with two other woman and she slept on an uncomfortable bed through the night. But every night without fail, she dreamt.... she dreamt of the color purple. Psychos are purple.