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'We the jury find the defendant guilty of attempted murder'

Isn't it weird how your life can flash in front of your eyes in a sequence right before you think it's actually over? The strangest part is that when mine flashed it wasn't even the most important parts, almost as if all the memories that didn't stay with me were here now and very important to my being. All those times I'd fallen over and grazed my knee or the times when I'd cheated on my French exam, why were they here? I couldn't help thinking that there must be more important things to remember now, there must be. In the end I was probably just distracting myself from my torn future which was playing out right in front of my eyes. It all started the night of my 18th birthday, time for celebration and joy, oh how wrong could I have been.

Me and my twin Katie, we used to have nights were we would just sit up planning our 18th, her telling me how important it was and me chipping in Ideas of how we'd spend it, obviously by time we got older we looked back on these ideas and completely pissed ourselves laughing at them, swapping bouncy castles and pool parties for clubs and nights out on the town instead. Anyway April 21st, two weeks previously I'd just started an internship at a local magazine company, studying journalism in college really got me pumped for my future prospects, university, working at the best magazine in the world, becoming successful with my own business. you could only feel my anguish when the internship turned out to be more work than I bargained for, often keeping me as late as 10 in the night to print up late copies or reply to emails that the companies had received. In a twisted fucked up way I kind of blame my internship for where I am now.

I'd phoned Katie telling her how I was going to be late because I had to stay till 10 tonight, she wasn't angry but more disappointed, we wanted to make an appearance at the club together being as this was a special birthday, but a quote from my boss 'Birthdays won't cut it in the industry missy' and I kind of agreed with him. I agreed to meet everyone down there, rushing home after work, slipping on the new purple dress I'd recently purchased for this night and throwing my hair up in a more appropriate look, it was almost midnight by time I was running up park street, heels in my hand, purse clenched between my teeth as I was fixing the strap of my dress, stopping at the corner to fix my heels again.

This was until I heard a whimper come from the alley way beside me, First I thought it was a cat, it was such a winching and un human like sound you probably would of thought so yourself, but then it get louder, and the winching turned into wrenching and cries of pain, looking around there were literally 2 people in the street, me and a old women who was about to turn out of the road anyway, so I walked into the alley way now marked as one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and there she was, mustn't of older than me, rolled up in a ball on the damp pavement, arms covered in bruise's rolling around in pain, I froze.

This is dangerous Emily, was my first thought but being who I am I instantly reached out for her, she flinches, look of fear spreading out across her face as she shifts her body away from me, she's been attacked.

'It's okay, I'll help you' she shakes her head looking behind my shoulder and the next thing I know I'm hit over the head and knocked to the floor just beside her 'what did I tell you about talking bitch?' I breathe and look up to see a girl probably my age standing over the other spitting insults down at her, as she shifts her eyes to me, I snap them shut, keeping the knocked out look so she doesn't do anything, the full time I thought my heart beat had given me away because Jesus it's the only thing I could hear right now. I noticed the black leather gloves the girl had on, and has stupid as it sounds I couldn't help but wondering why she was wearing them, it was a serious hot night. The next few minutes my question was going to be answered.

Because within a matter of seconds a scream is coming from the girl on the floor as a knife is plunged into her stomach, My eyes shoot open to witness the sight, breathing heavily I shift myself up throwing all my weight at the attacker until she stumbled back into the bin bags on the floor, confused she stands up 'bad choice' she spits before running forward, grabbing me by my shoulder, noticing she hasn't got the knife anymore I push her back ten times harder into the wall, this is before drunken voices echo down the alley way and the attacker starts to panic pushing me out of her way

'If you tell anybody I did this, I won't just find you and kill you, I'll fucking kill your family too jenny got it?' she threatens the bleeding girl on the floor, before wiping her hands down my dress and running down the opposite end of the alley, I immediately run over to the girl, cradling her head on my knee, knife still plunged into her stomach, not removing it because I know this is how internal bleeding starts 'You're going to be okay' I sooth her as she continues to cry 'Phone an ambulance!' I scream at the passing hen night as they all gawp down at me comforting the moaning girl.

Guilty

'You lying little bitch, she saved your life, I'm going to fucking kill you do you hear me?' Katie sobbed out at the top of her lungs from the stands in the court, banging her fist against the glass of the window pain, aiming her words at the victim sitting in the opposite part of the stand.

That's right. No CCTV, no evidence that there was even another girl there, and no justice for me. I wasn't just the innocent passerby anymore, I wasn't just the girl who tried to save somebody's life when I saw they were in danger, I was the attacker. The girl, now known as Jenny told the police what happened that night, how I'd jumped her in the alley way, How I demanded money off her, how I beat her up until she couldn't breathe anymore, and then how I launched the knife into her stomach telling her she was going to die. The black gloves proved the only finger prints on the knife were mine, when I tried to help it stop killing her even more. She couldn't look me in the eye through the whole trial, I wanted to cry at her, call her a fucking liar and how I wished I'd just left her and let her get finished off but I couldn't, I couldn't breathe, all I could do was watch my family break apart in the stands as the officer escorted me into the wooden door, my mum and Katie screaming the house down, getting threatened off the judge

'Mum' I scream, shaking with grief, feeling small next to this huge man who's handling me as if I'm dangerous 'I'm scared!' are my last plies before the door is shut in front of me and I'm lead down the stairs

'She's innocent!' are the last echoing words I hear in the court room, voice belonging to my mum.

Sutton juvenile women's institute, I was still in shock by time I had arrived to the place, barely being able to even register my name when asked for it, next thing I knew I was being dragged into one of the small office rooms and asked to strip behind a curtain which didn't make me feel comfortable at all, she gave me a pity half smile

'everyone has to do it love, if you can't do the time...' she continues to babble as I roll my eyes, dragging off my court clothes, a neat white shirt and pencil skirt hit the floor, leaving me standing in front of this middle aged woman in my underwear, she then proceeded to check my body for any sharp items or drugs. I kind of had to laugh at this inside, I was stood here completely starker's in my underwear and she was checking me as if I had some secret pockets under my skin.

'all clear' she mutters under her breath, signalling me to get onto the scales so she can take my weight, she then proceeds to take my height, then hands me a dark grey pair of joggers and a simple black vest top, I look at her in distaste 'You'll have to wear these for now till your own clothes are checked, sharp items elimated, laces taken away' she ensures me, I nod sadly at her, slipping on the terrible clothes while she scribbles stuff down on her clip board.

After the full body medical check, I was taken in and believe me it wasn't a pretty sight, I stood out like a sore thumb, me and a prison officer walking past groups of butch looking women wearing the jail attire didn't exactly make me look like I'd been here for a while, the officer stopped, jigging his keys into the giant steel door then opening it was a loud creak. To my surprise inside there was a skinny brunette reading on the bottom bunk, barely losing her cool persona as I entered the room.

'Emily Fitch, this is Elizabeth Stonem' she raised her eyebrow at me, I continued to stare down at her as her fingers curled around the page she'd been reading in the book, he did a loud cough before continuing 'You'll have the top bunk, you'll be woken at 7am' he walked to the door again before turning around 'play nice girls alright?' he aimed the last part at Elizabeth, a smirk growing on her lips as she eyed me suspiciously up and down, then the steel door was bolted again and we were left alone. I stood awkwardly under her stare for a while, before deciding to try and get on my bunk, I fucking hated bunk beds, have done since I was young.

'Interesting' Elizabeth mutters from her bed, I freeze on the ladder, raising an eyebrow at her 'What's interesting?' I ask, a small smile grows on her face.

'Your hair' she points, I look up through my fringe 'it's red, different' she says, flicking the book shut and placing it on the table near her bed 'it's just interesting' I clear my throat, not knowing what to say to this clear psychopath.

'Thanks?' I say unsure, sending her a small smile before I climb into my bunk, wrapping the irritating cotton blanket around my body, trying to hide myself from this place, from myself. I think of my bed at home, moving on to my family, then my family's faces after the verdict was read, I push my face into the pillow not wanting to cry on the first day, I had to be strong, and showing my weak side in these places was definitely a bad thing.

'Goodnight Emily' I heard the voice from under me, covers shuffling as if she was getting settled, I didn't answer for a second because I didn't trust my voice not to come out in sobs 'Night Elizabeth' I muttered quietly, I heard her laugh gently before saying

'Call me Effy'

'Do you have anything with you know... no meat?' I looked down at basically the slump of fat that had been placed down on to my dinner tray, the woman looked up at me as if I had two fucking heads 'are you taking the piss kid?' she said in a strong cockney accent, heads started to turn out way.

'No, but I'm a vegetarian and-'

'And I don't give a fuck, so take what you got or you'll be eating it off the floor alright?'

I began to laugh nervously; she looked me up and down in disgust before I put her out of her misery 'what, you think I'm scared of the dinner lady?' I continue to laugh and she drops the giant fork she has in her hand, the room goes silent 'say it again' she spits at me, hand fisted, banging against the table, I laugh at her again

'I said do you-'

Before I have time to complete my sentence, a hand is placed on my shoulder tugging me back gently

'Leave it Jones, she's new' I turn around to see who the hand belongs to and I'm met with the blue eyes of my roommate, or whatever you call them in jail 'Get this bitch out of my sight' the women spits at Effy, she picks up my tray for me guiding me away from the crazy dinner lady.

'You really didn't want to do that' she whispers in my ear as we walk over to a free table, eyes all still on me of course 'she's in here for life, murdered her ex boyfriend and his girlfriend, but not before setting their house on fire of course'

'What!' I shout at Effy, shocked by what she's just told me, she smirks putting her finger to her lips and pushing me down on the seat next to her 'The dinner lady?' I ask for her to confirm and she begins to laugh gently 'she's an inmate, we have chores, and you'll probably be that dinner lady soon'

I gulp loudly as Effy begins to eat my food, because why not, I'm definitely not touching that shit. 'fuck I didn't know' I say, watching her as she cuts slits through the piece of meaty lard 'everybody's looking at me' I've always been kind of self conscious but this is something else, they aren't even acting like there not looking at me, they are just doing it.

'You're new, it'll be someone else next week' Effy mutters, chewing the rubber in her mouth before her eyes connect with mine, swallowing the last of the food 'so what did you do?' she says, penetrating my eyes, and I give her the truth.

'Nothing' I simply say and her eyes widen, I'm getting prepared to explain myself, tell her how this giant fuck up happened and how I'm in here because the victim is too fucking scared to give the real attackers name in 'okay' she simply says, smiling at me before she goes back to her food.

'Just okay?' I raise my eyebrow at her and smiles 'Emily I'm not here to judge, I'm here to do my time and then piss off' I genuinely smile at her, the first smile I've meant since I've actually been in here 'so what did you do then?'

She doesn't hesitate before answering 'Spiked my boyfriends drink with a shit load of my pills hoping that the bastard would just fucking die' I choke on my words, jaw hitting the table, speechless as she continues 'well yeah, he didn't die and here I am' she says waving her hands over herself, she catches my reaction and smirks.

'don't be so shocked, this is a jail and I'm definitely not the worst in here' I agree with her, she's nice and I like her already but still, a little bit front on the whole trying to kill her boyfriend thing, she points at another girl, sitting alone at the other end of the canteen, looks like she's actually laughing at herself 'That's Pandora' she confirms, and I nod my head 'she only robbed a car' she says casually, but even in my world robbing a car is fucking hardcore 'Could of been out ages ago, but she keeps doing petty crimes to stay in here' she starts to laugh 'with her family' she quotes with her fingers, and I actually have to laugh at this too.

I continue to stare at Pandora admiring her innocence but also being in this place at the same time, Effy carries on telling me about her and it would seem that they used to be pretty close, she told me how they were old cell mates but got split up after they "accidently" set fire to the bed sheets, so they hardly see each other anymore, half way through laughing at the stories of what the two had been up to, I notice a blonde girl behind Pandora, standing in the corner observing us all, shifty as if something was about to happen.

'And what did she do?' I ask Effy, slightly pointing at the blonde, she turns her neck to catch a better look at her and then she chuckles gently 'you mean Miss Campbell?' I scrunch up my eyebrows looking at her questioningly

'Miss?'

'Yeah, she isn't an inmate, she's a trainee warden' I look back at her in disbelief

'Seriously? She can't be much older than me!' Effy smirks

'Well yeah, she's only 20 but her dad's the prison governor so she can basically do what she wants' she starts to eat my lunch again 'she doesn't want to be here, she doesn't give a shit, she's just getting her training in till she can go to some private prison somewhere' I continue to stare at her, face with a constant scowl, looking around at everyone as if she's higher in status, and then her eyes catch mine, and before she has time to look away, I do it first looking down at the table as fast as possible.

'Telling you something though Emily, it'll be years before anybody in this place will get on the friendly side of her'