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LockedAway

"It was raining hard that night . In my hurry to get into the house , I didn't notice the black car parked across the road . I realised something was wrong when the door was open . I went in and there was blood - on the floor . It was also smeared on the wall . Don't ask me why but my NAME was written on that wall ." I hesistantly answered .

"So you're telling me you bear no connection to this at all?"

"I'm telling you...I didn't kill her . Please , you've got to trust me!"

"That's bonkers!" said the policeman , getting up from his chair.

"Okay...I've the right to have a lawyer . I don't need to speak to you" I told him.

"Rights...you think you can just wade your way through this... huh? She was my daughter for heaven sake! "

I just couldn't tell him anyhting . Sure.. she was my girlfriend and I'm sad too. But prison ? Me ? For something I didn't do?

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Was at the coffee corner at the station when the lawyer came . I told him about my side of the story. "My memory's vague . It's like I have these 'gaps' in my memory . But here's what I could remember. I entered the house , saw my name on the wall and found her in my bedroom , lying in a pool of blood . It was all just too much happening at once . Called the police and suddenly , I don't know what happened...but I think I passed out . The next thing you know, I'm in here for homicide . Hey wait! I remember this black car. Very weird . Every weekend , it would be there . It was like someone was following us . I could never find the driver . But the car......it would change places . I think I made a note of its number . Must have kept it in my study . Run it up or something...."

"I know.......they did a sweep of the house . The forensics report arrived . It ratified that the gun had your prints on it . And for the number...they found it . I looked it up here in the station and got to know it belongs to a Raj Verman . Know him?"

"Raj..? Nope...."

"He's clean . Now....how can you expect me to defend you...? C'mon....there has to be something ."

"I told you everything there is to know...."

"You know what...? Just leave this . You're supposed to take this medical test...to make sure you're ALRIGHT before you appear in court tomorrow ". He left . I didn't have a clue about what was going to happen next .

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The next day....I was at the court . I was in the toilet . Somebody walked in and started talking to himself - really angrily . The voice sounded familiar . "Really ? I mean...how could I NOT know about this . He has split personalities too ? Ughgh....This case was supposed to make me famous . Now....I just have to wait for the media to get to me ." After that...there was this awkward silence . I guess he left . Then...I got out and appeared before the judge .

**** After 6 months ****

Been in prison for six months already . I write letters to my family , play ball or just have casual chats with my prison mates . I try to get my head straight - lest he should take over me again . I pity her . And I feel awful for not having apologised to her dad . His concerns were right .

Now....she's locked up there and I'm locked away for good .

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