Jordan
"I didn't do it." I insisted for the hundredth time, but no one seemed to be taking my words seriously at this point.
"How could a seventeen year old kid murder over fifty students? You must be a psychopath!" One of the cops spat out with disgust and I sniffed, mind feeling numb. I had cried my eyes out in the last two days since I was brought here and locked up in a separate cell. And in those two days, I've been summoned and questioned over fifty times. They kept asking me if I did it, but it was pointless since they weren't believing me.
"I really didn't do it, I swear it. please believe me." I insisted desperately. I wanted at least one person to believe me, but everyone seemed to have already made their decisions before summoning me. I was guilty, I was the killer and in turn, I deserve death.
Apprently, so many bloodied knife were found in my room with the DNA of so many students who got murdered in the past one year. The particular knife embedded in my best friend had my fingerprints around it. They found something in my system that proved I had hacked into the cctv and deactivated it so I could carry out my killing spree. All the proof pointed at me, that it looked ridiculous for me to still keep denying it, but since I was certain I was innocent, I still kept insisting that I wasn't the killer.
But it was pointless anyway.
The third day came and I was brought up before a judge who sentenced me to death after about two minutes. It happened so fast before I could even comprehend what was happening.
In that moment, I gave into the urge to cry, bursting into tears because it hit me at that moment that I really was gonna get killed for something I didn't do.
Life was always so unfair to me.
My parents haven't come to see me since I got arrested, not until right now – the fourth day in jail.
They looked unimpressed as usual, that was the only expression they had reserved for me because I've always been a disappointment to them since I could remember. I haven't seen them in over three because they were always busy with my other siblings who weren't disappointments like myself.
A small feeling of relief engulfed me right now, because this was the first familiar face I was seeing since I got arrested. And also because my parents were influential and would definitely be able to get me out of this situation since they have a lot of connections.
"First of all, we're not getting you out of here." My father announced on finally speaking and my mouth fell open.
"You'll get killed tomorrow. That day couldn't come fast enough." My mother scorned out, a disgusted expression on her face that made me flinch.
"What–" I began but was roughly cut off.
"All you've done is brought shame to the family. You're a bad stain on us and it's high time you get out of the picture, son." My father continued darkly. "Granted, I'm quite shocked you could do something like this, but you've always been known to go any length to get our attention since I could remember,"
My mouth gaped as my mother continued this time.
"However, that plan to get our attention has clearly failed just like the past ones." She got up and my father got up as well.
"Goodbye, Jordan." My father continued and I horribly stood up as well, hands clasped before me while tears poured down my face.
"Please mother, father, help me! I didn't do it! I swear to you both. I was definitely framed!" I cried out desperately, heart pounding hard. They were my only hope at escaping death tomorrow. I might hate them as much as they hate me but I desperately needed their help right now.
However, they only scoffed and headed for the door.
"That dosent matter any longer since you'll be getting killed tomorrow. Goodbye. Your siblings says goodbye as well."
After that, the door got closed and I got held back when I grew hysteric with cries and tried to chase after them with everything in me.
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I didn't sleep a wink knowing I'd be dying the next day. I stayed up crying for my best friend's life and mine as well. My best friend got murdered and before I could even help find his murderer, I'd get killed as well. It was so unfair. My best friend was the only friend I have in my entire life and it was still hard to believe he was dead.
As I laid on the hard ground of the cell, I remained wide awake till some police came to fetch me the next morning for the last judgement.
"I sentence him to death by hanging!" The judge announced coldly and people cheered loudly, while I cried silently in dread.
However, before I could get dragged away, someone suddenly strode into the courtroom, an air of confidence around him, while silence fell over the crowd.
"The boy isn't getting killed." He said on getting to the front of the room, and I almost passed out from shock once recognization dawned on me, while the whole courtroom erupted in chaos.