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SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.

What would you do if the person you were supposed to trust most stabbed you in the back?

I watched as the prison gates opened automatically, granting me the freedom I had stolen from me for the last five years. If there was anything prison taught me, it was how to hide a knife behind my smile.

And patience… so much fucking patience,

The events of the past five years burned fresh in my memory. I was sentenced to the worst prison in all of America, and all for a crime I never committed.  The murder of the homeless man I always saw patrolling the streets close to our house. 

*FIVE YEARS AGO*

“No! I swear I didn’t do this.” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks as the hefty officers behind me gripped my arms, forcing me to stay in a spot as I tried to reach my mother. It felt like no one was hearing me, like I was all alone on the other side of a room separated by glass as I screamed, but no one could hear me.

“Mom, please tell them you believe me.” I sobbed out, my tongue becoming dry as the thought of going to prison at the age of twenty fully dawned on me. Yes, I was the troubled kid. I was always around the wrong crowd, the alcoholics, the drug addicts….all of them. 

And my family considered me a disgrace for it. 

My mother didn’t look at me. Rather, her nose was stuck in the air, her eyes closed, as she clutched onto Sophia’s hand. My identical twin sister glared at me with an evil glint in her eyes, her pale face contorting in a false innocent look that always worked on everyone around us.

"Please, Mom," I begged, my heart breaking with each second that passed as I watched my mother ignore my pleas and act like I didn’t exist. I swallowed and turned to my sister. I didn’t care about how it would look, about how humiliating it felt; I went on my knees before her and begged.

“Sophia, please tell them. You were there that day, we were both in the car, and you were the one driving. Please tell the court it wasn’t me.” 

She didn’t say a word for a moment, her eyes flickering with a twinge of guilt. It sent a feeling of hope through me, as I finally, after such a long time, thought I would obtain some semblance of mercy from someone after these long weeks.

All of a sudden, the malicious look was back on her face again, the mask slipping off easily as she said the words that slammed the nail in my coffin. “She was the one who killed that poor man, officers. I remember pleading with her before we got into the car, not to drink since she would be the one driving. But she didn’t listen to me.”

“You’re lying!” I screamed, still on