Convicted

Part 3

Tara. My best friend since we were small. The best friend I didn't kill. Tara's murder is the reason why I was put in jail. The jury actually believed I'd murdered my best friend.

I think about that night all the time. I was holding a party at my parents' lakehouse for Tara's 21st birthday. I'd only invited around fifty people, but there must have been over a hundred there. The music was blasting loud from the speakers and the alcohol was completely drained from the cellar.

A great deal of my memories from that night are truthfully rather blurred, but there's one thing I remember clearly. Standing over the body of my best friend as she rested in a pool of crimson, my own scream sounding completely alien to my ears. I could barely breathe I was so stunned. I don't remember what happened after that.

Tara and I were like sisters, even though she had a real biological sister, called Julie. Julie and I never really hit it off, we were just complete polar opposites. She was a gym addict, always lifting weights and running on treadmills. I have always been a more reserved person, preferring to sit in an armchair with a mug of hot coffee reading a novel of some sort.

Even though we weren't exactly close, I never thought Julie would take me to court for the murder of her sister. When I found out she was the witness, I couldn't believe it. I only completely lost it with her, however, on the final day of my trial.