Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

From The Prison Cell: One

I saw her everyday. From the Prison Cell on the upper floor of the dungeon in the castle. She always passed my cell and I watched her from up above through the metal bars they called windows. She always had a notepad and a pen in hand, writing down stuff whenever she saw stuff. She was pretty with her blonde hair and hazel brown eyes. Hair that she always wore in a bun.

On the 6th day of my seeing her everyday, she stopped, for the first time directly below my cell, just where I could see her properly. "Hi!" She greeted. I scurried back into my cell, where she couldn't see me. "I'm not going to hurt you, just wanna ask a few things!" She calls after me. "What do you want to know?" I ask, after I return to my afore mentioned position. "Dean Crumlin. You didn't attempt to murder your wife or kill her dogs and cats did you?" She asks. "What makes you think that? I'm guilty, end of story. Besides, I'm being released tomorrow, no worries" I reply. "But, the question is you didn't do it, did you?" She replies. I nod. "I didn't do it. No one believed, believes or will ever believe me" I answer. She chuckles. "I believe you, I always will" She replies. "I'm Emily. Emily Stonehart" She introduces herself. "Dean..." I begin. "I know" She says, cutting me off. "Thank you Emily, for believing my story" I say. I smiles in reply, walking on.

To be continued...