I stood behind a pair of solid wooden doors, my wrists firmly locked in metal shackles and 2 muscular men either side of me. The sound of chairs being moved around and muffled voices filled the area for a short moment followed by complete silence.
I hung my head low with my long matted hair draping across my face almost like a veil, so no one could see the tears that escaped my eyes, the wooden doors in front of me slowly opened revealing a brightly lit room.
I looked up quickly as the 2 men grabbed the top half of my arms and escorted me into a secure boxed area where i looked up revealing my face to all the unrecognisable faces peering up at me "Jury, I trust you have come to a decision, could you please state your verdict based on all the evidence shown and the statements given by the witnesses in this trial" The judge asked "We find Lolly Martin guilty of murder your honor" A member of the dury spoke out "Thank you jury. Lolly Martin, i sentence you to 30 years inprisonment and you will pay the fine of 5000 to the family of the victim for the loss of their only son, this case is now closed" The Judge said and hit his little wooden hammer on the table beside him.
I screamed and struggled as the men pulled me away from the court room.
"I didn't mean it, you can't do this... please reconcider, PLEASE!" I screamed at the judge before he was out of my view.
I had to leave the building straight away, one of the security guards placed his jacket over my head to hide my identity from the many reporters that would be waiting to get a snap shot of me to go with their story for the papers.
I was pulled through the gathered crowds outside the door hearing all the commotion from the reporters asking their questions about the trial, i was being pushed around left, right and centre and it wasn't long before i was roughly placed into the back of a stuffy police van with the same 2 men, they removed the jacket from over my head and watched me like a hawk to make sure that i didn't try to escape from the van or make a run for it while the doors were open.
My wrists were becoming sore as the shackles were tight around my wrists causing a red band of worn away skin, i kept moving my hands around to try and shake off the uncomfortable feeling but they started to bleed due to the irritation.
Seeing my blood made me remember the innocent blood that was spilt over my hands, I was able to wash all the evidence of it away so easily, but i just wished it would've washed away the guilt that i felt over what i'd done