SPILL {Mystery Story}

Chapter 4

The next morning I was taken into a court room. A stern-looking Judge stared at me intimidatingly from on top of his high horse.

I was asked the exact same questions for the third time while the family of the victim cried and shouted at me.

I felt myself drowning in blame, and I so wanted to escape the situation. Why did everyone think I was the murderer? It was obviously the guy that ran away when I came round the corner.

I remembered the blood. I remembered the guy's irritated face as he raced off down the corridor. I remembered those lifeless eyes staring blankly into the pits of my soul. I shivered.

Then I realized that it was me.