It wasn’t her fault. She never meant to hurt him, not really. He had tried to hurt her, she wanted to get away, there was always an ever pressing urge to get away from him. It had all happened so fast, the screaming, the blood, oh his deep crimson blood that poured from his body as easily as one may pour tea from a teapot. He had tried to hit her, hurt her in ways she could never want to even think of. There had been to much violence, to much heartache for her to really be responsible for her actions, or at least thats what her lawyer had said. And now, as she sat there, in the cold cell, with the deep, permeating smell of fear. For to long now had she spent time in these cells, past around by the judicial system, everyone fearful of what she may do. But now, that time was very nearly at an end.
“Times up faith”, the warden said as he stood by the bars, staring right act me. “Ain’t much longer now Ma’am if you’d like to follow me please.”
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