Empathy

Behind Bars

The policeman walked toward me with his gun pointed at my head. "Sir, they killed him. Those men-"

"Put your hands above your head!" He interrupted.

"Sir, I didn't hurt any-"

"Put your hands above your hands above you head!" The cop repeated with a louder tone.  They couldn't possibly think it was me could they?

I did what he said. He grabbed my wrist and put me in handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say..."

Everything went blurry. I didn't want to accept the fact that I was being framed for a murder I didn't commit. His hand pressed harshly against me as he put me in the backseat of the police car.

When we arrived, I got processed and they lead the way to my temporary cell. As they closed the door behind me, my body jumped. My mind was going crazy I couldn't think straight, I was still trying to process what had just happened. I felt like I just woke up from a nightmare.

Suddenly the door caught my attention, I walked slowly. I touched the sides of the door, my hands moved toward the window.

I shouldn't be here, I told myself. I don't deserve this, those bastards will pay if I have to kill them myself! I felt this rush of anger through my body!

"Let me out! Let me out god dammit! My record is clean, I have school tomorrow." The guards glanced at me but didn't budge. That pissed me off. "Listen assholes," That got their attention, all three of them. "I have never even touched a butterfly and you want to lock me up for murder? I told you who the real killers were. Maybe if you got your heads out of your fucking asses you could catch them. How about you do your fucking job?" Shit, even I didn't expect that coming from me.

They had nothing to say, the three fat asses stood there shooting me a dirty look. It was no use.

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I sat on top of the tiny bed, leaning against the wall with my legs in my arms. For hours. I would guess it was around midnight, so I laid down in the bed thinking if I would be charged with the crime those bastards committed. What would my life be like? What will I do when I get out? Will I get out? How will I get a job?

I thought about my past. My first date. My first boyfriend. My first job. My first cell phone Francesca bought me on my eighteenth birthday...Wait cell phone, phone...

I ran to the door and started banging on it again.

"Hey! Hey! I get a phone call! I get a free phone call!" I yelled excitedly.

"Whats that?" One of the three guards passed by. "What'd you say? Oh, i'm sorry we can't hear you, we have our head 'to far up our asses.'" He added with a smile.

"Well, you better work on getting it out with that much fat." Ugh! Why did I say that. I just had to.

The smile wiped away from his face. "Good luck with that phone call."

"No, no-" No use. I turned around and headed back toward the tiny bed. I climbed in and closed my eyes. Minus well get some sleep.

About an hour or so later I woke up to some men talking loud. I walked to the door rubbing my eyes.

"What the hell?" Two men who looked familiar were being given keys and talking to the guards. Who were they? I knew saw them somewhere.

"Oh god." My stomach dropped.

The two men in black from the crime scene were walking towards my cell.