Trembling lights
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Last published Wed, Nov 15, 2023
"Tell me about what you remember, any flashbacks or a glimpse of anything?" Ricky asked while using his hands to fan out the tears.
"No, I am beginning to give up on it, I don't think I will ever remember what happened that night, all I remember was waking at the hospital with cuffs on my hands, I was surrounded by police officers saying I was under arrest for murder." The fact that I could not remember anything was very disturbing, I couldn't say anything in court and the most disturbing thing was that all the evidence pointed against me.
It was murder and the punishment for murder was death by hanging, there was no two way about it but before the court processions my lawyer told me to confess to the crimes and I was told to not disclose my memory loss because it wouldn't help me in any way, besides all evidence pointed against me.
I confessed to a crime I didn't remember and the court passed a lenient judgment of life imprisonment, I ask myself every day if it was lenient because I prefer death to staying in this tight space not knowing what could happen the next minute.
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