A/N: So I had a weird direction going down this story, let me know what you think!
Prologue:
"You are to keep your head down and not speak to anyone" Dr Morgan whispered into my ear as we parked up outside the court room.
"I didn't fucking do it I'm not going in there" I shouted, at the top of my lungs.
"Mr Malik, the court doesn't care whether the case they've been given is authentic or not, you need to start complying or you are going to be punished!" He snapped, shooting daggers from his eyes back to me as I sat, motionless in the back of his car. I looked outside and saw gloom, an overcast in the weather and 3 little flower buds getting savagely destroyed by the cruel bite of the wind. The car was big, spacious and very 'delicate'. The interior was all leather and cream, it was actually probably the most luxurious place I'd been, but I suppose that's what you get if you're a Dr. My face, wet with a constant stream of tears that hadn't stopped for 30 minutes, My hands, trembling in the fact that I could potentially go to jail for this, My Lips, quivering at the fact that Dr Morgan was a scary tall man, and it's a well known word on the street he used to be a Nazi and my Eyes, heavy with the tears but still opening, still looking for a way out.
"Come on my little murderer" Dr Morgan hummed bitterly as he took me out of the car and threw me into our waiting room before our hearing.
"I didn't do it!" I protested with passion and tears streaming down my face.
"Listen Mr Malik, quite frankly the evidence against you is mounting, now you have to listen to me" Dr Morgan spat.
"I shouldn't be doing this, not to a foriegner like you" He continued, turning his nose up to my heritage.
"What I believe doesn't matter, but I know you won't last a day in prison, you need to plead insanity" He informed me, with his hand slammed down on the table and a cigarette in the other.
"But Dr, I didn't do it! I know what I saw, I didn't do it! I'm not crazy" I shouted, hoping someone would here me.
"That's exactly the type of shit that's gonna get you sent to prison, not to Payne Place" He spat again, this time literally as well.
"Payne Place?" I questioned.
"Yes, a Mental Institute for Young Men about 20 miles south of here, that's where you need to be, not prison" He started, then turned away from me. "Prison isn't a place for young men like yourself" he mumbled as if he didn't want me to hear. "So you need to plead insanity, otherwise you'll be dead in prison. I can guarantee that." He said sternly. Some parts of Dr Morgan seemed as if he wanted to help me and he believed me, and maybe that was what made him turn angry very suddenly and spontaneously, but other parts of him are tainted with the evil blood, the Nazi blood.
"H-How do I do that?" I finally agreed to this, even though I am innocent. I never did this.
"You have to be odd, say you don't remember, and make them believe you I don't know just improvise, but I'll promise you, you need to go to Payne Place rather than Prison, maybe you'll learn a thing or two at Payne Place" His voice broke at the end.
"Listen Dr, I know you think I'm crazy, but I didn't kill them. I was attacked! I even have the marks to prove it, I did not slaughter my class mates!" I shouted and rose from my seat.
"That doesn't matter!" He slammed his fist into the photo next to me. "Nothing matters anymore, you're here and count yourself lucky you haven't received the electric chair straight away. Kids these days, so ungrateful but you don't know what real struggle is do you? I didn't think so." He snapped and it seemed like the final straw. If I had to make a relationship with this man I think I should shut up, I'm not resting with this, I'm not a murderer! But sometimes you have to swallow your problems for the greater good, or what was left of it.
"Are you ready?" Dr Morgan asked me and I nodded, walking into the court room.
***
I noticed the Judge start talking and within minutes Dr Morgan was there fighting my case. I couldn't concentrate, all I could fixate my eyes on was the sorrow in the families eyes that think I murdered their child. They looked at me with such fear, such harrowing and heartbreaking fear. But I'm telling you, I didn't do it, A woman, in her 20s with ringlets in her hair and rouged lips stood looking at me and she was the only one not crying. She hurt more. She looked at me with such fear that she seemed petrified, petrified to the point that she thinks I may commit the same allegations on her. The allegations of me murdering her son. She fixated her eyes upon me the whole time, looking me up and down and every time I blinked she shuddered slowly, as if I was rippling the earth and polluting it with my dark nature.
"Mr Malik" the Judge called but she seemed distant.
"Mr Malik!" She slammed the hammer down and I finally stared in her direction, looking at her eyes.
"Look at me Mr Malik" she inforned and I followed suit. She examined me, every part of me, I looked at the Dr who was signifying I needed to look more 'insane' so I began twitching my fingers and occasinally touching my ear, It was all I could think of.
"We'll give him a trail run at Payne Place, 2 weeks and if he really is insane, he'll stay there and rot" she giggled to the Dr who thanked her and ushered me off.
"That was a fucking close one" He said before slapping me. Suddenly my body was enraged and I lashed out, attacking the Dr. with my fists.
"Zayn stop!" He shouted and I stood up, in bewilderment of what I had just done.
"I think we better get you to Payne Place now" he joked and I sat in the corner of the black room.
"I said now. You're kind are even more reluctant than the jews" he joked to himself again and I felt the rage build in my body again. I could of lashed out, but opted to inhale and exhale at worrying speeds to try and exert my anger into the air rather than into my fist. I left the court room that day, empty. Empty and broken, but determined to clear my name.
I'm not a murderer.
A/N: Soooooo!! Please give me reviews and comments:)
