"All rise." My knee's were shaky as I stood up. "We are here for the trial of Alexandria Destefano Hadies." My eyes were blurred with tears, as I watched the mom's lawyer walk to the front, calling on my mother. I vaguely remember her crying and telling her fairy tale. I'm pretty sure it went something like this:
Alexandria has always been a troubled child. She'd bring home dead birds, and road kill. She stole knives from the kitchen, mutalating barbie dolls. She grew out of road kill stuffy's when she was 10, when she became friends with Jasi. I remember talking to Jasi once, seeing scars on her wrists and arms, I thought she did it to herself but found out that Alexa did it to her. My daughter was hurting her best friend. I couldn't compute how it was possible. My baby... Soon after Jasi killed herself. My daughter had no friends after that, pushing people away. She wrote murderous poetry and drew terrible pictures. I'd burn them all, scared for my daughter. She always talked about hating me and killing me, then at the hospital...she snapped. I walked in, gave her a hug, and she freaked and started hitt- I'm sorry this is hard for me.
Bullshit! I brought one dead bird home. That's it. I called him Birt. I tuned out most of the trial, until I was called to the stand. I swore to tell the truth and began:
"First, I never hurt my best friend. I'd never do that, I loved her. People just found it easier to think I did it, than accepting she cut herself. Next... I've always tried to stay out of the way. I don't talk to people because I don't want them to hate me. Never worked though. They hated me anyway. The last year has been a blurr. I can't seem to remember much since Jasi committed suicide. So honestly, I might have a mental disorder, but I'm not insane. Troubled, not crazy." I told them, walking off the stand back to my seat, ignoring the glares. People talked, I can't remember what they said. I was daydreaming till I saw a curlly head of hair walk to the front.
"Matt..." I whispered, he turned, winked at me then handed a tape to the judge. She put it in, and we watched.
A small girl layed in a hospital bed, hooked up to wires and tubes as a stiff woman walked in. She sat by the bed, mumbling to the girl. The girl looked like she was going to cry, then, "Remind you too much of yourself?" The girl sneered, sneer replaced by fear as the woman struck her. The woman beat her visously until the girl fought back. She kicked her and punched in the throat, spitting, "For ruining my life you worthless bitch I call Mother." Then sercurity entered.
The crowd was shocked. They hadn't expected that.
"Now let the jury decide."
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