9th March 2016
A/N so i firgured out that i put dates on these things so yeah the one before these are pretty sure 2015 or something
i did this for english practice writing for our conflict topic and we chose from three stimulus. I chose 'i did absolutely nothing wrong' like no shit sherlock author. anyways i did not use this for the actual test since i just wanted to do something in class and i liked the idea, the other stimulus 'there was no doubt in my mind who had won' and 'conflict is the beginning of consiousness'
sorry if this is dark but doctor who has affected me greatly and my nickname too. i need the new ep of doctor who ><
I Did Absolutely Nothing Wrong
I did absolutely nothing wrong. I had done the right thing but why does anyone besides me think that I had done a wrong doing. I can remember clearly in my mind and I am never wrong other than the times I've misjudged someone but I hardly doubt I was wrong to, after all the way they presented themselves to me was hardly acceptable in my books.
I did absolutely nothing wrong and I know I'm right but somehow deep down, why do I feel guilt and see the doubts in people's faces. "There is more than enough evidence that you've done it! Do you not realise the extent of what you've done? The innocent beats that you've ended? Do you not feel guilty and yet you think what you have done is right?" I was asked by a young blonde hair woman, who was trying to get the truth out of me.
I replied back, "I did absolutely nothing wrong. And no, I do not think what I had done was right, I know I was right," stressing on the word 'think' and 'know'. I shifted in my seat and muttered, "I did absolutely nothing wrong." The woman stared right through me as if she had x-ray vision that could detect and get the truth out of me. After a while she sighed and left me alone in this room, alone. This room had colours so bland that matched the world in my head, I suddenly felt hungry. A hunger that was different, my body did not need the substance many needed but something else in me had hunger and it was hard to ignore. The hunger had a taste that was of taboo and I sensed now for once, 'Did I do something wrong?' "I did absolutely nothing wrong!" I shouted in anger but my words bounced around this empty, lonely room and I waited for an answer. None. Silence was the answer I will only ever get and I screamed loudly before I finally felt fully and truly understood the situation I was in.
I felt fear in me, how for once, did I ever doubt myself? I smiled, I congratulate to the woman who interrogated me and to the boring and bland room I am left in then finally to the loneliness it has all brought me. I chuckled in the empty silence. I repeat once more, "I did absolutely nothing wrong." The silence listened and I asked to no one in particular, "What could I have done that could possibly be a wrong doing?"
My breaths became faster; I felt an adrenaline rush and my blood pumped faster. What is going on, I asked myself. It felt as if I was craving something like a person who needs their cup of coffee to wake up, I was craving something much more than a simple cup of coffee and this is craving of mine was going to go out of control. "No, no more." I whispered to myself and clasped my hands together in my laps. I was finally at peace again in this lonely room and the silence brought me to a dreamless sleep.
It started all over again, the same woman interrogating me. "I will not admit to something I have not done because I did absolutely nothing wrong!" I replied with my hands in the air to get my point across before I clasped my hands once more and laid it on my laps. I looked straight on the table before me; it was hard to avoid the cold, hard and calculating stare of the woman because all I wanted to do was stare right back in those eyes in my confidence. This time round, I saw guards and I wonder why. I did absolutely nothing wrong and not hurt anyone yet there are guards in this room. "I'm hungry and thirsty," I said. The woman's breathing stopped a second before she continued and said, "I'm sure you are." She said it calmly but I know for sure it was a sarcastic remark and I wonder why. She stared at me, "Do you not remember or feel the guilt?" she urged on. I shifted in my seat and I saw in the corner of my eyes the guards looked like they were about to attack something but who was it? Maybe that was a trick to the eye or so I hope. The woman left the room with the guards following suit, it looked quite comedic as if ducklings following their mother but it wasn't quite as funny since I was in this room.
