Innocence killed... Sebastian?

Guilty Plee

I was roughly being pushed into a cell. A cold dark cell. The hallway was dark. And it was like this place was haunted. The walls were a pale green..and everything smelt like old medicine. I was afraid, scared. I felt alone and my body was cold.

In the hall there was this one light that flickered on and off. It was haunting and the hallway lighting was very dim. Making it airy and dark.

Now I know how everyone feels once their behind bars. How alone they feel. How useless. How cold they must have been. I can feel it.

Guilt and stupidity filled my body. I feel stupid for touching that body. I feel stupid for noticing it. If only I just kept jogging. If only I didn't notice that dead body in her yard. Why did I have to go and discover. Why do I feel guilty?

Guilt was eating my heart alive. Stupidity was getting the best of me. Why am I in such a predicament. Why does it hurt so..much. I'm innocent.

Tears threatened to fall, but I wouldn't let it. A croak formed in my throat and it was almost impossible to swallow.

I pulled my knees to my chest and held my self tighlty. Afraid that if I let go my body might drop dead cold to the ground like that man.

I wish I was home with father. Watching that ridiculous show of his. At home. I feel lost.

I miss father. I need his comfort.

Tears clouded my vision and I just let them fall. I couldn't take this knot in my heart.

Angrily I wiped my tears away. I was angry at my self. I was raged. SOMEONE HELP ME.

Down the hall I could hear faint deep voices. One of them sounded pretty much like father, but I doubt it's really him. I am probably hearing things because I miss him so much. Slouching back down into nothingness..unfolding a guilty circle.

" Where is she" I perked up a little. Because it did sound like father. Instantly I was at those bars clutching them like it meant my life. At first they were cold but I collaborated with the feeling.

Down the hall I heard heavy footsteps moving quickly down to the end of this hall. Where my cell is.

" EMMER WHERE ARE YOU!" " EMMER!" it is father. At the sound of his voice I felt happy. His voice made me believe that I had hope. That he'd be there when I need him.

" Father I'm right-" In seconds he was on the other side of the cell. The free side.

" Father" he was panting heavily and his hair was a heaping mess. He wore his dress shirt and a black tie that hung loosely around his neck.

"Father" Tears started to pour from my eyes. I was happy to see his face.

" Emmer..... let her out of this cell" Father held my hand that clutched the bars with much ease. He stared me in the eyes and smiled happily. I mocked his smile and felt more tears fall out of my eyes.

The policemen who trailed far behind him unlocked the cell and stepped aside so that I could walk out. Once I was on the other side. I ran into my dad's arms. Hugging his waist as tight as I could.

I missed his comfort from the little time I have been away from him. I missed his fatherly embrace. It made me feel safe.

Tears feel from my eyes like a waterfall. Soaking up fathers dress shirt as I clenched it in my hands. I know he didn't mind. He just held me tighter. I knew his heart was pained. I knew he was as cold as I had been when I wasn't there with him. I knew. Because my pain is his pain..and his pain mine.

We were like telepathy twins. We could sense ones hate, anger, happiness, all types of emotions. My dad was my everything. And if I lost him I think I'd be lost to.