Hope is a speeding bullet. Its target is despair. My ammunition is loaded with evidence and truth behind lies or incorrect assumptions. Quickly, I reload my supporting weapon, determined to get through this trial. Lives are on the line, mine included. I hear the suspect continue to helplessly defend themselves; he constantly refuses to admit his crimes and continuously denies that the person who was killed, a good friend of mine, submitted to despair by his hands.
I'm wearing him out. The suspect throws in a few, unnecessary insults at me. His face seems to be fuming with rage, which I don't understand, as I'm the one who should be feeling that way. Yet, I'm standing tall across from him, keeping my composure. Blocking his slander out, I begin to concentrate on defeating him. I listen carefully to any contradictions as a mysterious maiden questions him with serious intent.
"Self defense, you say?" the lass with the unknown talent asks him. "I wouldn't call chasing a victim into a shower with a knife 'self defense'. Not to mention that if the victim had trapped herself in that space, you would have not needed to proceed to go after her. Simply put, escape should have been the first thing on your mind. However, it seemed as if you enjoyed committing a murder."
The culprit squirmed endlessly, spitting out remarks such as "you don't have evidence!" when clearly... It all adds up.
"Allow me to go over this incident with you one last time to prove my claims!" I announce. Thinking over what I have discovered in such little time. I was not about to be responsible for the rest of my friends' deaths and my own while the murderer roamed elsewhere, triumphantly. My last words regarding the climax inference were, "It couldn't have been anyone else!"
The offender begins sweating uncontrollably; the rest of the kids that were gathered around in the trial room start developing a distrust of those who even think about murdering one another. They ridicule the culprit, but at the same time start feeling bad for him. "I was attacked first," he sobbed. "I don't... I don't deserve any of this!"
Through his sobs, I manage to utter a few words that I meant no harm by.
"..You're wrong," I say. Everyone in the trial room turned towards me with a look of confusion and fear.
"No one deserves any of this."