“Ms. Melvy, your defense has made it clear you want to give a statement.”

“Yes your honor.”

The woman with her rosy blond hair tied back to just her shoulder steadys herself with a long breath. Sitting up out of the uncomfortable wooden chair.

Thanks to her lawyers Sofia was able to get out of her orange jumpsuit and into a tight burgundy colored knit dress. It was never a good color f...

Her eyes were stone, staring straight at him. He expected her to falter, but she didn’t. Expected a touch in her eyes, one he couldn’t find.

She knew she was right for doing what she did. She knew they wouldn’t understand, so she wouldn’t bother to explain. She would stand here, tall and stubborn, letting them know she thought she was right.

She could still imagine his face. Watching life drain...

(CW: death, murder, supernatural activity, bugs)

I don’t believe I killed Levi Stewart.

I mean, I killed someone—something—for certain.  I’ll admit to that.  There’d be no point in trying to prove my innocence, not with the overwhelming amount of evidence stacked against me.  That’s not what I’m trying to do in this statement.

What I’m trying to do is explain.  Incarcerate me all you want, I do...

[This is the last continuation of {It Was Me?}]

The court room filled with looks of hate. Hank couldn’t help but wonder “What would it be like if I wouldn’t have taken the blame?”

Hank was slowly brought to the front. The first on stand is Jacob. Hank almost scoffs, as he thinks about what his “leader” had done.

They question each person, the defendant didn’t even really try to deny it. Hank sa...

“I’ve no regrets whatsoever.”

“The suspect is proven guilty!”

“Most would now say NOOOOO. But, I’m not most. I am guilty.”

“Case closed.”

“Yes, I hit my mom 1 time.”

“LIFE SENTENCED TO PRISON!!!”

“She was mean to me.”

“In which way?”

“MOMMY HIT ME FIRST!”

“Oh. Never mind. No sentence.”

“So… that’s it?”

“Yep. You can go now.”

“Oh, how simple.”

“Bye!”

“Bye!”...

I am 100% guilty of murdering my brother. I've never liked him. He always followed me around and always got into my stuff. But that's not why I killed him. The moment I took his life, is never felt more alive. I would do it again to anyone. I'm guilty and going to jail with a smile on my face. I've never been happier than to go to his funeral. He deserved everything he got. Boy did I love hearing ...

Tomorrow I hear from the jury; they’ve been deliberating all night. Who are they to decide if I live or die? Who are they to put the pieces together, to be trusted to murder me after I murdered someone? An eye for an eye still rings true in this country, I suppose. But the difference is I did what I had to do, and they’re doing what they _want_ to do. To save face, to make it look like there is st...

Judge Thompson cleared his throat into the microphone, hushing the jabbering voices present in the courtroom.

“With this guilty verdict,” his deep voice bounced off of the wooden walls, “Ms. Vendel do you have anything you would like to say to the victim’s family and friends?”

Freshly convicted Annika Vendel stood from her seat with a satisfied smile. She clasped the button on her grey bla...

I have put a lot of thought into how I should go about writing this letter, and as I write it, I realize this is most likely not the best approach to defending myself before a jury. But as a man who was brought up in a devout Christian home, I was taught to always tell the truth. No matter the consequences.

Today, I stand before you as a victim. A man who refuses to feign remorse for actions I d...

After days after killing her boyfriend, for no reason, she still has no remorse for killing her boyfriend, but today is the day of her murder trial. She just laughed the whole time she was sentenced to life in prison, without the possibility of parole. ...