Paramedic Monologue

“Did you do it!?” I heard my mom scream hysterically at me as I was dragged away. I kept my head down not able to meet my mother's eye. My head was shoved down as I was pushed into a cop car. The lights flashed but it was the siren of the ambulance on opposite side of the road that got to me. I saw defeated paramedics zip up the body bag enclosing the corpse until it could be examined at a morgue.

My mom had to be held back as the ambulance drove away. Shortly after, I left in the back seat of the cop car, my hands cuffed together. I did my best to stay strong, but a single tear escaped my eye just before I could blink it away.

A metallic ringing woke me from my sleep, or rather rest; I don't think I ever actually fell asleep. I opened

I roughly made out a bench, which I figured was meant to be a bed, and laid down on it. Now I could see I was in a cell very much like those I saw on all the detective shows. I was right in saying my bed was a bench because that's really what it was. Besides that, in the corner there was a small steel toilet. You would think in this white trash neighborhood I live in they would at least have a decent, clean jail, but no. It was old and damp. Everything smelled metallic. It was one of those places that seemed to always be dripping water from one place or another without any actual water source. What a crappy place. I deserved

I knew Mom had anger issues but I never would have guessed she'd turn abusive, but I guess that's how it is with these things. You never think the worst will actually happen, yet here I was staring at my bruised legs.

My trial had been set for Monday, one day from now. Just one more day until I was out I kept telling myself. I had already met with my lawyer once, he was nice enough but seemed slightly oblivious. He didn't even ask me if I did it, didn't he want to know? He just went over what I had been doing that evening only asking a few questions. I didn't know how that would help him prepare for my case but I didn't want to think about that. I trusted him enough. I knew that was dumb but I did it anyways.

I had this problem with trusting too easy. I trusted my dad when he told me he would come back. I trusted the girl in the uniform when she said they would get my dad back from the bad guys. I trusted my mom when she said she would never remarry. I trusted my mom when she said she would stop. You would think after all these mistakes I would be more cautious but at this point in my life why bother. I mean look at me, I'm in a fricken jail. I'm getting tried with the accused murder of my baby brother. I really had nothing to