SURVIVING JUVENILE

[Guilty]

☝️Samuel is the boy in the picture above☝️

[Samuels p.o.v]

Today is the day..the day they sentence me.
I didn't do anything wrong and still, they say I'm a criminal..

Only if I had stayed home that night...

His cry for help, I was fool to believe him...but then again if I hadn't called the police he would have been dead, why would he lie and say I did that to him. Stabbed him 10 times trying to kill him. For go sakes i don't even know how to use a knife, I'm small and weak compared to most guys my age, I'm always bullied because of it.

I like to stay to myself and do me...

Suddenly a officer came in and took out handcuffs.

"On your feet" he said.

I nodded and stood up, he them put my hands behind my back and put the handcuffs on, it was tight.

"Can you please loosen it some, it hurts" I begged.

"Walk forward" the man said ignoring my comment and push me forward.

I winced and walked forward, we walked towards a room that had many people sitting down, everybody was there, even kids from my school...my parents.

I looked to my mother who had a emotionless expression, she always hated me every since I came out about being gay, my father looked tired and sad, I can tell he was trying to hide his tears, my crush was here too, he looked bored and ready to go but his father is one of the councils.

He didn't care if i was gay or not..he just only cared that i was his son..his baby boy.

"Samuel chang, will you please step up to the mic" a man that looked about in his late 50s said, I'm guessing he's the judge...

I looked at the ground and walked up the little stairs to the microphone.

There were bright lights everywhere most of them were on me, it was filled with people..even the man who said I tried to kill him.

He was in a wheelchair, he looked down. Maybe he feel bad for what he done to me, I'm innocent maybe if he had a heart he'd tell them today that I'm innocent.

"Will the victim step forward please" the judge said.

The man nodded and a young women helped him sit down in the chair.

The judge nodded and everyone was quiet, all eyes were on me.

Some people whispered "he's a killer", "poor John, he didn't deserve that, that kid should be locked away and die"...some even felt sorry for me.

My eyes begin to water at what they were saying, I tried hard not to seem afraid..but I'm terrified.

I don't want to go to prison, I'll die before the first week. I don't want to die or even worse raped by a group of criminals or killers.

"Samuel chang, you have been trailed with attempted murder, how do you pled?" The judge ask.

The room was silent, everybody was waiting for my response.

I gulped and looked down biting my lip.

"N-not guilty s-sir" I said, my voice was shaky, I wanted to break down and cry, beg for them to let me go.

The room went into small chattered, some people glared at me, some even gave me a disappointed look. My mother never looked at me once, my father kept trying to confront her but she just ignored him.

"Mr.harris what do you have to say on your behave?" He asked the man who accused me.

He looked nervous, he looked as if he was fighting with himself over doing the right thing or wrong thing.

"He's guilty, I was so scared when my husband didn't come home and for him to save him after be tried to kill him..he should be locked away....for what he did to my johnny" she said through her fake tears.

Bitch please.

Some people nodded in agreement, others not even paying attention

"It isn't true your honor, I only helped him. I was walking home down the street when I heard his cry for help, I went to help him and called the police but then he started screaming stay away from me, I was confused so koves closer to help him but the police came and pinned me on the ground and told me I was under arrest, I swear I'm innocent" I spoke up trying to conceive them I'm not guilty, I'm innocent.

The judge nodded but then showed me a picture of a bloody they found on me. It wasn't even mine, I walked passed his guy wear black and he bumped into me.

It had to be his because it wasn't mine.

"That's not mine" I said.

"Oh really how did it get there?" The man's wife spat glaring at me.

What's her problem.

I couldn't say anything because I didn't know myself..I didn't even know the man who framed me.

Once again everyone eyes were on me, I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"Samuel" the judge called my name. I turned around and looked at him.

"The council say your guilty, but since you seem pretty sure I'm putting you a juvenile prison, 5 to 10 months in the West coast bay juvenile. Court dismissed" he said and banged this wooden stick on the desk.

Everybody stood, my mother left and my father came to me and hugged me.

"I'll visit you every day, be strong for me" he whispered in my ear.

I hugged him tightly as I let out a sob.

"I don't want to go opa" I cried.

He signed and pulled away.

"Be strong..pray every night..stay out of trouble" was his last words before he dissapeared.

I felt myself being taken away towards a bus outside.

My life was over...

>Will update soon<

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