Something More

Darkness

Dedicated to fallingflair

Christian Anthony's POV:

"The honorable court has found the accused Mr. Christian Anthony Gonzales guilty beyond reasonable doubt in the crime of homicide. The court hereby sentenced the accused to life imprisonment. So ordered."

Even before the judge's gravel has been banged...and before my sentence has been handled down, my fate has already sealed and I accepted it. The prison will be the perfect place where I could forever regret the horrible thing that I've done: because of my drunkenness, I have stupidly killed an innocent little girl!

Deep inside my heart, I feel the mixed feelings that her family may have holding right now: the sorrow of the mother who lost her daughter...the anger of the father who seeks revenge by taking my life for his child...and the depression of the siblings of losing their friend and playmate.

After the trial, the jail wardens guided me back into my prison cell...where it will be my new home for the rest of my life. Because of my crime, I lost my job as a policeman...and all the things that I have earned for the past seven years...my house was confiscated back by the Director-General, my car and all the furnitures and things that I've brought was mortgaged...and the money that I was saving for building a buisness...it was long gone for it was used to make a bail during the trial.

When I was a policeman, I have my friends with me, they promised me to accompany me through thick and thin. But...ever since I started to be imprisoned, I was left alone...even my fellow jailmates didn't bother to call and talk to me. I spent the entire day lying on the bed...staring blankly up above. Sometimes I stand up and walk around in circles. And every night, I cried and cried very hard. In a matter of months, my dreams have turned into dust. I didn't meant to do such a thing to an innocent little girl! And now, I have lost everything...everything that I've earned, everything that I've dreamed off...everything that I always wanted...gone! It's all gone!

Five years later...

Early in the morning, as I was still adjusting to my new prison life, a jail warden approached the bar gates of my prison cell and called me.

"Mr. Gonzales! Mr. Gonzales!"

"...hnnng...yaaaawn..." I was woke up by the call, then stretch my body before I stood up and respond to the call. "Yes, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Our penitentiary chief wanted to see you. Come."

The warden then opened the gates and brought me out. With a baton being put at my back, threatening to hit me if I do something stupid, the jail warden silently take me into a simple office...where a middle-aged man in uniform stands in front of his desk...

"Is this Mr. Gonzales?"

"Yes, sir."

Then the man, presumably the penitentiary chief that the jail warden is talking about, then get a piece of paper from his desk and gives it to me.