Gracie- The Halloween Party

Chapter 4

They walked into the visiting room and sat down across the table from me. I saw there with my mouth wide open. Maddi tried to explain, "it was Brooke's idea she told us that-" i put my hand up and shook my head. "You guys let me go to jail for a murder of someone who i thought i was defending my friends and she didn't even do anything! I actually killed Brooke and now i have life in prison!" "God, shes even a bitch from the grave." Calleigh whispered. The cops said that visiting hours where over and they had to leave. I didn't know whether to be angry, extremely sad, or upset with myself. I stayed sitting there with my mouth wide open and the cops dragged me back to my cell. I guess it could be worse. I could share my cell with someone. But to be 15 years old and have to spend the rest of your life in prison was all i thought about every single day. I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper into sleep. I was dreaming. I was aware that i was dreaming. Anyway it was me, Braylon, Maddi, Calleigh, Makenna and Brooke and she wasnt mean to us. We all got along. Brooke was nice for once and nobody was jealous of anyone. If only my dream Brooke could've been her in real life, then this whole thing never would have happened, i would never be in jail and Brooke would never be dead. God what have i done? The jail guards gave call times daily and every other day i called my boyfriend, then my mom because i did not want to talk to the other girls. How on earth could they do this to me. I know Brooke was persuasive but usually they would've told me about things like this. I don't think i can ever forgive them. The lights in the prison went off and i could hear the other people get beat up by their cellmates and i could hear crying. I finally fell asleep and i kept seeing the moment i killed her over and over again in my mind. It just kept replaying over, and over, an over again. I finally woke up. I took someone's life. They were alive and then they weren't, because of me. I was devastated. Even though Brooke was a bitch, for some reason we all loved her like the rest of the group and i am the reason she is dead. I couldn't stop thinking about this over and over again. One day, Brooke's mom came to visit me. She was crying and then, she wiped her tears away. She looked me straight in the eye and asked me why. I haven't gotten to explain my side of the story, even though it has been 3 months since the incident. I looked down to my feet. There was no use because i DID kill her and the cops knew that and i knew that. There was nothing to fight it. She got up and left and then she started to cry again. I got to meet with my lawyer that Saturday and she told me that for the trial i have to tell the truth- that it was self defense and that she made me believe everyone else was dead and to call in the rest of the girls to be my witnesses. The only problem- the judge would never believe the truth because what happened with Brooke was completely insane and the rest of the girls would never do that for me after i killed Brooke, and after i ignored them for months. I wasn't sure what i should do. I just told my lawyer without thinking and now i regret it. "I'll do it. I mean, it is the truth so what do i have to lose?" I said. "That's the spirit!" My lawyer replied. The trial was that Wednesday.