Reckless Love

Chapter Three*Trial

I'm pulled away by the hospital security. My heart heavy with worry. I pray that she'll be okay, I also knows that I need to find a way to get out of jail and come back for her.

I'm taken to jail The guard pushes me into the cell and locks the door behind him. He turns to leave, but not before speking

You're a lucky bastard, you know that? Most criminals don't get a trial. You'll have a chance to plead your case, but don't expect any mercy from the judge.

I know he's right I won't get any mercy. I watch as the guard walks away, leaving me alone in the cell.

I look around the small, dingy room, taking in my surroundings. The cell is cold and damp, with a single bunk bed and a small toilet.

There's a small window near the ceiling, but it's too high up for me to see anything out of it. I sits down on the bunk bed, feeling helpless and frustrated.

-Time skip one week-

One week passes by slowly in the prison, I spends my time pacing around the cell, trying to keep myself occupied. I spend a lot of time thinking about Lynn, wondering how she's doing and if you're she's ok.

I try to stay positive, but the uncertainty is starting to get to me. I've asked the guards but they won't tell me anything.

As I sit on the bed a guard comes up to my cell. Your court trial is set this afternoon he lets out a chuckle I hope you have a good lawyer

I look up as the guard approaches cell. I can tell by the guard's smirk that he's enjoying the situation.

I do have a lawyer and I'm sure he'll do a fine job, I says trying to sound calm.

Sure kid he's says with laugh and walk away.

The guard's laughter echoes down the hallway as he walks away. I watch him go, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration.

I know that the guard is trying to get under my skin, but I refuses to let it show.

I takes a deep breath and sit back down on the bunk bed, trying to prepare myself for the court trial.

It is now the afternoon and the guard comes to get me from my cell to take me to trial.

I get up and go with him, I sit in the stand in the court room feeling the eyes of the courtroom on me.

I looks around the room, seeing a mixture of faces looking back at me.

Some look curious, some look judgmental, and some look sympathetic. I try to ignore them all and focus on My lawyer, who is standing next to me.

The lawyer stands up and begins to speak, addressing the judge and the jury.

Your Honor, my client is a man who has made some mistakes in his life, but he is not a cold-blooded criminal. He has shown remorse for his actions and is willing to take responsibility for his crimes. I ask that the court take this into consideration when deciding on his sentence.

The courtroom erupts into a chorus of murmurs and whispers as the lawyer finishes his statement. The judge bangs his gavel, trying to restore order.

Order in the court! Order he says firmly.

The room quites down.

The judge looks at the lawyer and then at me.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson(the lawyer) Now, I would like to hear from the prosecution. he says, nodding to the prosecutor.

-Definition of prosecutor if you don't know: They represent the government in criminal cases and are responsible for ensuring that justice is served by prosecuting individuals accused of committing crimes-

The prosecutor stands up and begins to speak, his voice cold and formal.

Your Honor, the prosecution would like to present the evidence against Damian Diaz. He is a career criminal who has been evading capture for years. He has committed numerous robberies and thefts, and he is responsible for the deaths of several police officers.

(Technically speaking that was the win but I would never tell them that)

Is this true the judge turns to me and asks

I look up at the judge, his expression serious.

"Yes, Your Honor, it's true. I have done those things. But I want you to understand that I never meant to hurt anyone. I was just trying to survive.

Thank you for your honesty the judge nods, seeming somewhat satisfied with my response.

Very well. We will take a recess while we consider the evidence and come to a decision. he says, banging his gavel again.

The lawyer leads me to a small room, away from the prying eyes of the courtroom. He closes the door behind him and turns to face me

Well, that didn't go the way i wanted the odds are stacked against you.

I sit down across from the lawyer, his expression grim.

I know. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I had to try. I can't just sit back and accept whatever punishment they throw at me.

I'll do my best but the judge isn't one for mercy.

I know i say with a determined expression just do what you can I won't give up without a fight

The trial continues and the judge begins to speak we have went over the evidence and now we are ready to hear the verdict of the jury

After going over the evidence we find the defendant guilty of murder of police and theft

My heart skips a beat as the jury delivers their verdict. I feel a mix of anger and disappointment, but I try to keep his emotions in check. I look over at my lawyer who gives me a sympathetic look.

After going over the evidence I have came to my decision as well the judge says Damian Diaz I hereby sentence you to death via publicly hung

Sorry kid my lawyer says and I can tell he means it

It ok you did what you could

the guard grabs me and leads me out of the courtroom and into the yard.

I can feel the eyes of the other prisoners on me as I walk through the prison. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I prepares for what's to come.

There's a stage in the middle of the courtyard with a rope set up for hanging on it

I look up at the stage and the hanging rope, My stomach churning. I've never been more afraid in my life. I know that this is it, that I'm going to die today. I take a deep breath and step up onto the stage, trying to keep my composure.

As the crowd starts to form the executioner tightens the rope around my neck, making sure it's secure. I can feel the rough fibers digging into my skin, The crowd begins to gater watching with morbid fascination as the executioner prepares to carry out the sentence.

Any last words the executioner asks as he walks over getting ready to pull the Rope

I look out at the crowd, my eyes locking with those of my lawyer. He looks at me a mix of sadness on his face.

I then look up at the executioner, who is waiting for my last words

Just...just tell my wife I love her I say my voice cracking with emotion.

The execution nods pulling the Rope causing my body to hang

My eyes widen as the rope tightens around my neck, cutting off my air supply. I struggle against the rope, my body instinctively trying to fight for survival.

My vision begins to blur, and I can feel myself slipping away.

All I can do is think about Lynn and how I'll be leaving her all alone.

I'm sorry my love.