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Do I care?
Yes?
No?
Maybe so.
I don't know…
Does it matter?
Shall I grasp at her?
Her life, meaningless chatter?
Or maybe metamorphose
Into a new being, I suppose.
To her, I exist as myself.
Innocent, pure, and full of health.
But to me, I am nonexistent.
It doesn't matter, upon my intent.
For to me, I don't exist.
I am harsh, cruel, and dying. So, I enlist
Your attention to my words,
My life,
My curse.
For I am forever driven to the knife.
Maybe to take my own life.
Or maybe to cut away the dead parts
And feel the pain.
I know how to sway your hearts.
But I refrain.
For it doesn't matter to me.
To me, I had been never to be.
I could never tell her that.
Never tell the truth.
Now I am up to bat.
I could never complete, at least not smooth
To lie through my teeth.
But never tell the truth.
For the truth is too hard.
No one would understand.
My life is like a deck of cards
And I am given a bad hand.
I would say that it was all bad luck,
But I know that isn't true.
It was my life that I did chuck
And out the window, it flew.
Anna Nightingale looked at me with eyes drowning in horror. Well, maybe not horror. Maybe it was just surprise. She had a look of secrecy. From what I could tell, she seemed to always have it. It followed her walk, talked her talk, and it practically was her. For all I know, that "shock" could have just been feigned.
No. I was positive that it was feigned.
I stopped my laughter, a strong grimace forming upon my face. "You expect me to tell you the truth? Honey, if I told you everything that I went through, you wouldn't believe a single word of it." I chuckled darkly, my sunken eyes boring into her serious ones.
"That is exactly why I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me something that I cannot believe." She said, glaring at me, searching for the truth. "They couldn't find cause of death. She was badly burned, yes, but there was no fire nearby, Her heart was ripped out, and gone. But there was no blood. Hell, there were defensive wounds on the girl and your DNA under her nails, but you had no marks on your body. Not a single scratch. The only thing that may have suggested that you killed her was her blood all over your hands. I am nearly certain that I can get you out of this because there is no proof. But then there is the issue of the prosecutor." She said, sighing. I frowned, confused.
"You aren't worried about anything but the prosecutor?" I asked her.
"Yes. He corrupts juries and judges. I have proof that he has faked evidence. If he ends up doing this, I need a deal that will get you only a few years rather than life or death row." It all clicked.
"You want me to plead insanity…" I felt my heart skip a beat. Insanity… I suppose that with what I had experienced, "normal" people would consider me insane. But honestly… I can't bring myself to believe that the only time I had felt truly alive, the only time I felt happy… was just a dream. It wasn't just a dream. It couldn't have been. Elizabeth's soft, sweet voice; Diane's warm hand; King's gentle, brotherly hug; Meliodas' perviness; Ban's sarcasm; and Gowther. God, Gowther. His touch felt so real. His kiss was permanently engraved on my mouth. The sweet taste of Vania Ale and Gowther. It was all too real to be fake and too good to be true.
"I will only make you resort to it if the defense gets frisky." She whispered to me, now as much aware of the cameras as I was.
"On one condition." I sighed out, exhausted.
"What?" she asked.
"You pay my temporary bail." I said, stating the bail posted to get me out of the holding cell for a few days until the court date. I knew that my parents were planning on bailing me out, but how could I force that burden on them?
"You got it."
And with that I was free. Well, at least for a month and five days. I told Anna everything, and we became good friends… after the initial shock of me telling her about going to a different dimension. Luckily, the school allowed me to stay home. Well, they kind of had to. The doctor ordered me to stay down for at least a month. During that month, I did the only thing that I could think about doing. The only thing that would save me. I read the manga, and I also planned I planned for something big. The planning took over my life, the only person that I talked to at all was Anna. Probably because I wasn't allowed to be with my parents after she posted bail due to probation. I couldn't leave the house without Anna. And quite frankly, I didn't want to leave the house. I could never face them. Hell, I couldn't even face myself. My eyes were so sunken and my skin was so pale; all of this was clearly due to stress. I couldn't even remember most of what I was doing. Not that it mattered. I didn't do much but exercise and watch TV. And plan.
Soon, I don't know if I will be horrified of my plan or excited. It was brutal. It was hard. But so was life.
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