Imprison
The first time I saw him, I'd never seen anyone so empty. It was like his very soul was a deepening void. He past only inches from me, shuffling against the restraints of his handcuffs and leg shackles. The jingling sound of the metal mixed with the whispers of the fixated crowd. Then, every sound died, swallowed by the anticipation of the verdict. Even dust participles suspended in the streaky beams of brave sunlight which had accidently found its way through the upper windows of the loft but wasn't strong enough to reach the plastic tiles on the floor. I held my breath. Waiting. Finally, the judge peered over the paper the jury foreman had passed him and spoke in a clear voice, "Damion Price, you have been brought before a jury of your peers under the charges of murder in the first degree. You have been found guilty and I sentence you to life in prison."
My mind etched to the jingling. A life imprisoned.
Damion's empty eyes found me as he passed with the guards. Bottomless pits, they swallowed me whole.
11/24/20 Author Note: This is the opening to a short novel I haven't finished, but I plan on posting the chapters which I have written every week until I have to start writing it again, and then I won't be posting it as regularly since this is my side project, but I wanted to share this quirky story with the Wattpad community. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it and if you have any suggestions I'm full open...it's not finished and I'd love to hear ideas!
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