"Stay away from me! You don't know who I am." Spreading out my right arm as if guarding myself from harmful forces while pointing out a knife towards the police.
Blood rushes through my veins as they surround me and try to keep me calmed. I see a police drawing out a taser as to end this crazy-like scene.
"Please! Don't. I beg you. You really don't know who I am" I tell them.
"We already knew who you are. You're Nancy Mavis, the crazy depressed girl who killed John Newson. Don't deny 'cause we already knew you did it. All the evidences are against you. So arms down and put your hands up."
"I told you! It's not me! It was Mandy Dawson! I saw her do it!" I shouted in guilt and denial, not willing to surrender, for I know it wasn't me.
"We are counting you to three Miss Mavis or else we'll put you down." The police officer warns me, tension within me begins to build up. "Please hear my explanation! I really don't do it!" I beg.
"One!"
My arms are becoming jelly, my heart seems to faint in hopelessness of getting justice in my case. "Two!"
The police officer shouts, irritated.
"Please let me explain! You really must hear my explanation!"
The police officer browed at me in curiosity. He pay close attention on me, examining my eyes. He said, "Alright, we'll give you a chance to speak. If you have proven yourself unguilty of the murder case, then we'll let you free."
There my eyes open wide in shock, not expecting them to believe my guilty plea. "Alright, I'll tell you my story and what really happened."
