September 17th, 2009. Flashback

I was walking home from a birthday party that went out of control. Somehow, people managed to sneak cocaine and heroin into the club we partied at. I didn't take any of it, but I had a few tequila shots. I'm not exactly legal yet, being as I'm only 18. I was a little tipsy, but not drunk out of my mind, unlike my best friend, Courtney. It was her 21st birthday, so she celebrated it like any 21 year-old would. Getting wasted as all hell. I plodded down the sidewalk when I noticed the lights on in my house. Shit, I left them on again? I walked up to the door, which was already unlocked. Wait, what the hell? I know for a fact that I locked the door before I left. I walked through the living room quietly. There was broken glass everywhere. A framed picture of Court and I was lying on the carpet. The photo was torn down the middle. There was no way I could replace the photo. We took it back in high school, right before she graduated. I heard clattering from the back of the house where the bedrooms were. Was it just my parents? There was no way. Both of them have a key. I took a knife from the kitchen and tip-toed to the back. My bedroom was the first one in the hall. My laptop was missing, as well as my T.V. What was going on?! I went into my parents' bedroom. Two mangled bodies lay on the ground. Both faces had been cut off. Blood was seeping out of their bodies. I knew already that it was my mom and dad. I gagged and retched on the carpet until there was nothing left in me.

My next place to check was the spare bedroom. There he was, trying to hack into the family computer. He wore a balaclava, black jeans torn at the knees, and a heavy black sweater. I gasped loudly. He turned suddenly.

"Who the hell are you?" I said, but it only came out as a whisper. He stayed silent, still trying to hack the computer.

"I said, who are you?" I tried again, this time louder than the last. He ignored me again. Okay, he was seriously making me angry. I put the knife on the dresser, then shook his shoulders, demanding him attention.

"Who are you?!" I yelled. He stared at me.

"Your worst nightmare."

He pulled a shiny, black gun out of his belt. I stood, frozen. He pointed the gun at my head. I quickly grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the stomach. I kept stabbing him until I knew he was dead. I took the gun and shot him a few times in the head. Oh God. What have I done? Now it's going to look like I was the one who killed him and my parents. Shit...

I could hear sirens in the distance. Crap! I put the gun down and wiped the blood off my hands. I was screwed. I was going to jail. I fell to the floor in a heap. Officers busted through the bedroom door.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" One yelled. I put my hands on the top of my head. Another cop patted me down, front and back. I felt extremely violated. He even searched my pockets. He took out my phone.

"Give me that back!" I demanded.

"You won't be needing this where you're going, son." The cop said. I felt cuffs around my wrists.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney..." He held my cuffed wrists behind my back and led me out of the house. I was never going to be in that house again. Never going to see Courtney again.

"I didn't kill my parents! I found them like that! It was just self-defense!" I yelled.

"You have the right to-"

"Shut up! I didn't do this! Let go of me!" I tried to shake free, but the cop had a good grip on me. People were watching as I was dragged to the cop car. My neighbours, who have known me since I was a baby, watched as I was put into the car. I hung my head. I didn't want to go to jail. I said it was self-defense. I was being completely honest.

I was shoved into a room with glass windows. Probably bulletproof. Not like I could escape anyway. There were two officers guarding my only exit. I've seen rooms like these only on T.V. I was forced into a chair and a bright light shined in my face. A man with a bushy moustache glared at me through horn-rimmed glasses.

"Why'd you do it?" He asked.

"I didn't do anything exept defend myself." I answered.

"Oh yeah? Explain why we found two other bodies in a seperate room."

"I found them when I cam home."

"Came home from where?" He stroked his moustache.

"A birthday party."

"For who?"

"That isn't any of your fucking business." I spat.

"Okay, we've got a feisty one. Can yuo do a Breathalyzer test for me?"

"Not like I have a choice..." I mumbled. He shoved the Breathalyzer into my mouth and I blew.

"You have a bit of alcohol in your system. How old are you again?"

Great, now I'm going to get busted for drinking under the age limit too? This night just kept getting worse by the second.

"I'm eighteen."

"And you do know you're not-"

"Yeah yeah. Not allowed to drink until I'm 21. I'm not stupid."

"I didn't say you were. Now tell me the story. What made you kill these three people?"

I stood up and knocked over my chair. "I didn't kill my parents! Just the guy with the balaclava!"

"And you were the only witness. Sure, like I'm going to believe an eighteen year-old punk. Take him to a cell, then we'll talk in the morning. I'm done here."

The two guys who were guarding the door came up behind me and dragged me past the front doors of the precinct and to the cells. I noticed a familiar face. Courtney.

"Duncan! I came as soon as I heard!" The guy who was holding onto me led me over to her.

"You've got one minute." He said.

"Thank you..." I turned to Court. "How much did you hear?" I asked her.

She flipped her hair. She looked high as an airplane. "All I heard was that you killed three people. Who was it?"

"I...I only killed one. He was robbing my house."

"Did anyone see you? What about your 'rents?"

I remembered their dead bodies on the floor and threw up in my mouth. "Dead. The robber killed them."

"Really? Or is that just a cover up? I always thought you were a psycho, Duncan Cole." She turned and walked slowly to the door. Oh no. She doesn't believe me either?!

"Courtney! No, don't leave!"

"Duncan, I'm sorry, but I can't be friends with someone who kills their parents just to get what they want..." Everything around me became blurry. I was going to faint. Th cop holding onto my wrists was now catching my body.

"Careful, buddy. Don't want to hurt yourself." He took me to my cell and shut the grate behind me. I sat on the cold, hard, metal bench and sighed. So this is what it's like to be convicted for a felony...

A/N: Yeah, I'm sorry it was short, but this was just an intro. Tell me what you thought of it. I'll update soon :)

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