Just a random thing I felt like doing for fun!
This is another set of multiple stories but only for my top ten favourite anime images, so once they're all written, it'll be completed.
However, if anyone wishes for one of these characters to have the...
Name: Willow Blake DeMone Age: 19 Species: neko demon
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Unlike other demons, which dress in black and some sort of other colour, I only dress in black. And because of disobeying the rules that were in hell, and sticking out like a sore thumb, I was forced out of hell to relive a life like I never died.
Since returning to earth to live a new life in the body I'm stuck in, I've found it difficult to restart as a nineteen year old.
So, how did I die? Well, I was sent to life in prison after presenting the actual evidence of sexual assault that was found through our video cameras, showing my ex boyfriend was guilty. However, he was really good at convincing everyone on the case that the cameras were hacked, or tampered with. Even though I never had access to the cameras to do so.
No matter what myself and my attorney did to change the judge's mind, the evidence that was clearly shown that I was the victim, as well as text messages even before getting together of him stalking me, my ex and his attorney were able to convince the judge it was all tampered with, changed so he wouldn't be the bad guy. Unlike me who was extremely emotional over the entire trial, my ex was completely heartless - no change in emotion or facial expression. Yet, he won the trial, sending me away for life with charges of sexual assault, sexual harassment, and tampering with evidence.
Even all the evidence on my body, that was barely discussed during the trial, wasn't enough to convince anyone that it was him, even when he had no evidence on his body.
This occurred when I was living at my parents' house, so they had access to the cameras. They were good people that never did anything wrong, or would do anything wrong, to help me or themselves. So even they were shocked with the final outcome. Yet, all they could do was watch me getting taken away from them.
My death occurred a couple years in. I was seventeen when I was sent to an adult women's prison. I was placed in cells near serial killers, stalkers, shoplifters and so on. My last day was the day I finally made a friend in there, when her and another inmate together took my life with a sharp piece of glass. One pinned me down against the hard, concrete ground whilst the other held the sharp glass. It was stabbed into one of my heart arteries, lung, liver and abdomen. I died when the paramedics arrived, before ever getting to the hospital.
However, the woman that caused my death was fined a hefty amount for my parents so they could hold a funeral, and the other woman also had to pay but a smaller amount for assisting in my death.
