21 September 2012
"NO! Let.Me.GO!" "Miss, please remain calm! This is merely a routine questioning! Please, we need your co-operation!" "Get off me!"
They handcuff me and throw me into the back of a police car. How could he do this to me! And Conor? Dead? No way! He was my big brother, my role model. And apparently I murdered him. Tears of grief and anger flow down by cheeks. This couldn't be happening.
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Well, I an sitting here in my cell. They took me in for questioning and now they have decided that I am a murderer. And do you know why? Because I'm easy. Who's going to defend a homeless girl in court? Case closed. My trial is tomorrow. Yippee. This cell is like paradise to me. Warm, free food and a bed! How can I think I'm in paradise when Con is dead? Stabbed apparently. My thoughts go back to when I was a child. Conor was pushing me on a swing. "Higher! Higher, Con!" I screamed with delight. My dream is interupted and I am shoved back into ugly reality by a cold, harsh voice. "Rita Jones, the judge may see you now."
Here I go.
Dreams #3 • Opuss № I