“You don’t understand, it wasn’t me!” I pleaded for the last time before being sentenced to 30 years in prison.

You’ve got to believe me when I say, “It wasn’t me.” It never was. Anyone who knows me knows that I would never commit murder, let alone commit a crime. Is that what I get for trying to save a life? If it is, than why can’t we all just agree it was a misunderstanding.

  It all started when I was walking down from my hike up rainy mountain. I had my headphones in and there were a fair amount of people passing me every few minutes. 

  Then I stumbled upon a body. 

   I wasn’t sure if it was dead, but I could see it was a guy. He looked like he was supposed to be dumped off the side of the cliff, but his body was propped up against a tree and his shirt was covered in blood. 

   I stifled a scream. I wasn’t sure if he was alive, but he looked unconscious. I needed to do something so I ran over to the body and checked his pulse. It was faint and I saw blood seeping out of his shirt. There was a knife by his body - oh no - but I had to use it to cut open his sweatshirt. He had been stabbed, so I decided to give him CPR before he stopped breathing. Then out of know where his hand flung up and caught my wrist. 

   “Aaaaaaaaaa!” I screamed out. 

   “ Tell...Tell my...,” he started, but his body slumped back against the tree and his hand loosened its grip against my wrist. I could feel his heart beat stop as mine pounded against my chest. No, no no no. I looked around, but I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth. There were several hikers on the trail staring at me. They must have heard my scream, or they thought it was his.....

   “ No you don’t understand! I-“ but it was to late.

    “ EVERYONE RUN! She murdered him!” 

    “look at the blood on her hands!” 

    “Someone call 911!”





   The police office was scary.

   I didn’t like them thinking I was a murder. I wasn’t.  They questioned after questioned me and I got nervous.  It seemed like every answer I gave them was wrong and only made my case worse. It wasn’t fair. 

   What if I get charged with murder!? It can’t end here!

    “ Officer, it wasn’t me. I was just going on a hike, I saw the body and I tried to save him. I... I...” 

     “ Yes you’ve said that before, but we’re asking you why you would want to kill Mr Bernie.” 

     What? 

     “I never killed or wanted to kill him!?” I yelled. 

      “ You do realize you were found on your hands and knees over his dead body. Your hands were covered in his blood. There was a decent sized knife with your DNA on it... The knife was also found right next to where you were.” 

       “ No you don’t  understand, I had to use it to cut open-“ 

       “There were witnesses who say you probably stabbed him to death. Multiple people said that. If I were you I would just give up. You can’t prove anything and we know your guilty. Save us some time and just be honest here.” 

       “ But-“ I started.

       “Were done for today.”