Today's the day. It's the trial. I'm seeing Griffin again. It's been 4 long, free months. Keith and I were given a small apartment, and it was all paid for. I haven't been able to see my family, but I have been texting and face-timing them. They were so relieved that I'm back, and they want to see me soon... I missed them so much, and I can't wait to see them, but I won't rest until Griffin and Maes are in prison... I don't want Simon in there though... He's a young kid, like me, who was put into this world in the wrong place. He didn't deserve any of that. And he still doesn't... And I know Scott is dead, I can just feel it. I killed him... I gulp. I killed a person, and the only ones that know about it are Simon, Keith, Maes and Griffin...
Oh no. Griffin is going to tell them I killed Scott. I start trembling. They're going to tell them I killed him, and then I'll be the one that's arrested, spending the rest of my life in prison. And I'll just sit there and rot away forever, because it's what I deserve for killing an innocent man. Well, he wasn't that innocent, but no one really deserves to die. Griffin won't go to prison, but I will. Because I killed a person.
"Nina?" Keith's voice calls out to me from the hall.
"Y-Yeah?" I ask. He pops his head into the living room.
"Are you ready?" He smiles at me.
I nod. "I think so."
"Let's go."
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I take a deep breath, glancing over at Keith. He smiles at me, and I relax slightly. I push open the door to the court room. We're instantly blinded by flashing lights, and the sound of cameras clicking fill my ears. I shield my face from the brightness, cringing. Keith steps in front of me, as if to shield me. I walk closely behind him, and take a seat down at the tables by the front. I gulp, knowing that I'm moments away from seeing that face that I hate so much. Moments away from having my secret told. That I killed Scott. I start having a panic attack, and my breathing becomes unsteady. Suddenly, Keith's hand in on the small of my back.
"Calm down." Keith says. "You must be worried about what happened with Scott, but we can just say it was self-defense..." I nod, taking deep, focused breaths. Keith and I didn't get a lawyer. I didn't want one. If I was going to get out of this situation, I would do it on my own. Suddenly, the doors next to the large booth in the center of the back wall slam open. I want to close my eyes. I want to puke.
Griffin is standing only a few feet away, and he's staring at me. He's in handcuffs, his clothes those that belong to a prisoner. We're locking eyes, and I know he wants to talk to me. But what he wants to talk about it the problem. Does he want to say he would absolutely, positively love to wrap his hands around my neck and strangle me, or does he want to tell me how much he loves me, and how he'll never let me go? Neither of them sounds good. We break eye contact as I rip my gaze away from his to stare behind him.
In walks Maes, his eyes dark. His glasses look uncomfortably low on his nose as he glares at everyone in the room. He skips over me. He's ignoring me. I can't blame him. I killed his childhood friend.
Next, I see Simon. His head is down, but I meet his eyes. We look at each other for a moment, and he smiles. He smiles. I can't believe that he's smiling. Not just because he's always straight-faced, but because he's in handcuffs and a prison uniform. He's going to be in prison for a long time, yet he's smiling. I bite my lip and look away. But then. Something amazing happens. Something I didn't ever expect to happen.
Scott appears from out of that door.
I gasp, clasping my hands over my mouth. He's alive. Scott is alive. I didn't kill him. How is he alive? He takes a seat with everyone else, and I refuse to lock eyes with him. He must hate me. I almost killed him. He must want to return the favor, I bet. I start trembling, and I glance over at Keith.
"He's alive..." I mutter, not sure if I'm relieved or scared.
"He is." Keith says, his voice refusing to give away any sign of emotion. He's upset, I think. Upset that someone else is back to haunt me. I scratch at my black skirt, uncomfortable and nervous. Griffin has a lawyer, and not just any lawyer. He got the best there is. The possibility that we can win this is slim. But there's still a chance. I have to hang onto that. So long as I tell them everything that Griffin has ever done to me, I think I'm in the clear. And not to mention, Griffin has done other horrible things. He's killed people. He's probably raped people, too. It's crazy to think what's he possibly done. I shudder, but my mind is brought back out of the clouds when a loud voice booms around the courthouse.
"All stand for the arrival of his honor...!"
A/N: WOOP WOOOOP IT HAS BEEN STARTED
I HOPE Y'ALL ARE HAPPY WITH IT. IT'S SHORTER THAN MOST OF MY CHAPTERS CUZ I JUST WANTED TO GET IT OUT THERE, AND END IT AT THAT SPOT IN PARTICULAR. ENJOY~
