Escape

Tatiana Anna Maria Sanchez

Tatiana's Pov

"Tatiana Anna Maria Sanchez under the accounts of first degree murder, drug manufacturing, drug trafficking, and numerous counts of felony charges, grand theft auto & fraud how do you plead?"

I sat in silence speechless with my head held down. What was I to say? If I were to plead innocent It would be useless.. If I plead guilty I would be lying... Either way they'd still lock me up not acknowledging my response..

I sat still the entire time no emotion on my face. I glanced across at the jury they all snarled probably even victims of my case.

"Ms. Sanchez?" The judge said aggravated.

I took a deep breath and looked down my hands were sweaty, but not trembling. I swallowed the little saliva I had and said "Guilty"  the crowd gasped shocked.

"Ms. Sanchez you do understand that this decision will effect you and possibly can not be Changed"

"I understand".
"Your honor!!"  My lawyer shouted in rage.
We practiced 1000 times for this day .

"Yes Mr. Brown?"

"Your honor this is all overwhelming for my client I beleive she gave the wrong answer".

"Mr. Brown this is your clients answer whether  you like it or not."

"But!"

"Mr. Brown I advise you to settle down!"

I looked at my lawyer who was furious. I wasted his time anf he lost another case. I glanced at the crowd who  murmured amongst each other. it felt as if everyone judged me in the room except for the actual judge.

"Order in the court!" The judge snarled.

"Ms. Sanchez Due to the counts of  first degree murder, drug manufacturing, drug trafficking, and numerous counts of felony charges, grand theft auto & fraud you are sentenced to 20 years to life imprisonment."

Not one tear, gasp, or emotion of any sort was expressed by me. I simply nodded my head disappointment and failure was something I'm was far from used to.

The balif walked towards me and escorted me to the door. Just then I saw a black  figure rise from the far right in the back of the court room.... Pulled out a 32 pointed directly at me then. . . .