I remember everything about that moment, the look on her light face, the way she stood up and having to pull her grey skirt down, and most of all, the words she spoke. I don't even know her name, yet I can recall her exact physical features and every single word that came from her we mouth as her red lipstick shined in the dim light. Maybe it's because that day keeps playing over an dover in my mind and I hear he sweet voice speak. "Guilty. Mr. Roger Davis sentenced to death by leathal injection.
The funny thing is, I don't even know what i did. They kept asking me what happened the night I went to Mimi's apartment. "I do not remember!" I repeated over and over, but it was like they couldn't hear me. They had already made up their mind even before the trial.
"Roger, we all know you were having an affair with Mimi and you knew about how she was abused by her husband, Mr. Thomas Collins. You didn't want her to hurt anymore so you wanted to get 'rid' of him for could so he couldnt cause her anymore pain,"That's pretty much what all the investigators said.
"Noo! I wouldn't do that! Collins was my closest friend!" I pleaded for them to understand.
"If you plead guilty,"my lawyer would say,"Then we could negotiate for a lighter sentence. Are you aware you could get the death penalty for this?"
"I am not going to say I am guilty for a crime I did not comitt!" I was ferious. They all said I did it. They said I killed my best friend. Why would I do that?
"Roger, you need to calm down. All the evidence points to you, so the jury is obviously going to assume you had involvement in the crime. You were there. Your hands were drenched in his blood."
At that moment, I pushed myself from the table and stood up. "How can I have a lawyer that doesn't even believe me?" I slammed my fist agianst the hard metal table in the visiting room.
"Hey!" One of the gaurds screamed to us. "What's going on over there?"
I quickly sat down intimmidated by him.
Mrs. Jefferson just looked at me annoyed. "You need to stop acting childish, Roger. What is your problem?"
"Childish? Do you have any idea how much stress I am going through, know that no one believes I am an ineccent man! I think I have the right to be a little childish!"
"Hey! Buddy. I think it's time for you to go back to your cell!"
I sighed, threw my head back, and clinched my eyes tight. Maybe imagining I was some place else, would some how put me somewhere, anywhere, but I was wrong.
Having the gaurd escort me to my cell, made me want to run away, so far away. Knowing that I would spend another night in the ice cold room locked behind bars, made me wonder why I was here.
Why am I in handcuffs? Why am I forced to rest in this hell hole by myself? Why am I alone?
When we finally reached my cell, the gaurd unlocked the dreaded cuffs and forced me to rest on my hard bed.
I found myself, with my eyes shut tight, still praying I wasn't in this mess. Thinking about how I might have to spend the majoraty of my lefe here or even maybe die here, made me just want to bend over and throw-up.
The only time I had one little sence of happieness, is whne Mim filled my mind, her hair in the moonlight and her brown eyes.
That night I feel asleep dreaming of her beauty and wishing I could just be with her all the time. I love her.