He was doomed.
Multiple convictions.
Multiple felonies.
I felt like my heart had been carved out. I tell myself it's because of the heartbreak, but it's probably because I haven't eaten anything in 48 hours. It's like my appetite got stolen. I don't know who though.
Today was the last day of court. Today he was going to be sentenced. I already felt like he was a thousand miles away. In reality he was sitting merely 6 meters away from me in an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs.
I never would have thought that the boy I love would be sent to prison before he got to say I love you back.
He had a scrambled look on his face. Like he was tired but at the same time scared and bored. It was weird seeing him like this. It feels like I don't know him anymore.
The judge enters the room, and everything goes quiet. She stands and looks at Harry.
"The time has come for Subject 401 to be sentenced. If the Subject would take a stand?" she says and gestures for Harry to stand up. I hate that he's become a subject. It's like he is not a person anymore.
Harry stands.
"The jury has come to a decision," she says.
I'm holding my breath and it feels like my lungs are on standby. The air is so stil I swear the earth stopped spinning.
She then speaks. And my heart felt like it touched the ground.
"Subject 401 will endure nineteen years to life in a felony state prison. If or when the subject is released it's on probation for a minimum of one and a half years. Subject pledged not guilty and will therefore be living under the rights of..." she went on. She didn't stop talking. I so badly wanted her to shut up. I wanted to yell and scream and cry. Instead I stood up. Everybody looked at me.
"Miss, will you sit down? '' one of the guards said.
"No," I plainly said to him. He looked at me like I was a complete idiot. I swiftly walked behind him and proceeded to walk up to the suspect stand. Many guards followed me, but I was fast and I managed to run all the way around the stand and up to Harry. He looked at me scared. He reached for something on the table where his lawyer sat and gave it to me.
"I want you to have this" he said but was suddenly cut off. I screamed as I saw him fall to his knees. A taser gun had reached him from behind and he was now folded on the ground. A strong arm grabbed me from behind and I was dragged away. All the way outside. I don't remember much from the rest of that evening. My parents drove me home. The day after, my hand was sore. I had clutched hard onto whatever it was Harry had given me.
