The Innocent That Escaped

Story I wrote for school. Not the best I did but not the worst. Please check out?

When the lawyer subpoenaed the friend of the despicable human who accused me for abusing them, I knew I was done for.  She always went along with him no matter what the lie was, even if she knew she was doing the wrong thing. She wanted to replace me. I was his girlfriend, but an altercation made him want to get rid of me, forever. She wanted to take my place. Even if she was the most acrimonious person I knew, he looked at her with loving eyes across the room. She was frank with her lies, calling me abusive, evil, and demonic. The judge looked down at me with disgust, but also a hint of fear. I kept an irritated and evil expression as I looked at every l person in the courtroom. I had no chance out of this, so no need for a fake expression. Each of them stared back with disgust or plain fear. That is until they whimpered under my gaze. If only they knew the truth. I wasn’t the abuser, I was the abused. But, they listened to the lying girl and though I was a demon straight from hell. I was stripped the prerogative of defending myself. I was silently panning my evasion from prison as the jury was deciding my sentence. Before my lawyer, who didn’t think any better of me than the rest, could utter a word of defense, I was “proved” guilty, with a life sentence of prison. They had gotten unbelievably talented at creating lies. To think the provocation of the whole case was that the man accusing me didn’t like his birthday gift. This was absurd. All the edification of the world would never make him think more logically.

The prison guards were now escorting me to my cell. They opened the metal door and shoved me in. It was placid in this area of the prison. Perfect for working out details of my escape. Even if the government had ordered that my cell be under scrutiny before I came, they missed a lot of details that would get me out of this cage. They seriously treated me like a psycho killer, even if I wasn’t.

The guards thought of me as creepy and unsettling as the days passed. I couldn’t blame them. I just sat on my bed and stared at them in silence. They eventually forgot I was there and didn’t bother to watch my section of the prison anymore. Perfect.

I was walking down the street. 1216, 1217, 1218, 1219, …  There it was, 1222 Graveyard Street. I could see the graveyard at the end of the street. Grim place to live. Anyways, I was here on business. I could see him through the right window on the top floor. I lowered my hood and walked up to the door, pulling out a length of rope. I grinned thinking of my revenge. Maybe I was a demon after all.