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Ongoing, First published Feb 21, 2021
Mature
I didn't mean to kill her.

6 words.

3 seconds.

I stared at the man that I trusted with my life. With her life. And I see where that got me. 

I looked around the room. From the benches to the stand. From my brother to my attorney. To the one singular person who ruined my life. I was so zoned out I didn't notice the judge calling my name until my best friend, Melissa, lightly touched my shoulder. I slowly walked up to the stand, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.

" I knew Alex better than anyone else in the world. When she started going out late at night and coming back two days later, I knew something was wrong. She slowly started to lose herself. She started dressing differently. She started to take hours doing her makeup, caking it on. And then," I took a breath to stop from crying. "There were the bruises. At first, they started appearing on her arms. Not a lot, just a few, so I barely noticed. But then, I started noticing them on her face, neck, and wrists. A shadow across her cheek. A collar around her windpipe. Shackles on her wrists. She stopped talking to me. She would go out for months at a time. I didn't even think anything of it. But I should have."
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