Injustice in the CourtHaley Valentine (Belongs to @Danks)
Haley has always minded her own business. She has been privy to curiosity before as she is only eleven, but she is guilty of no crime. However, the court disagrees. She was found guilty of murder. According to “witness” Clarise Kingsley, she killed her father. Clarise tried to stop Haley, but she was beaten until unconscious. This is all a lie of course. However, nobody will ever know the wiser. Nobody except for Clarise herself and her companions, Damian Malus and Sylvester Hurst.
“I sentence you to a lifetime in prison.” Bellowed the judge. Haley begged and pleaded for a lighter sentence. After all, she is innocent. Sylvester, who actually commit the crime, was smirking and he watched her being hauled off into the prison carriage. She would never see the light of day again. Sylvester was quite pleased by this. Clarise let out a chuckle of joy. The two girls never really got along, so this unfair punishment was an amusement to her also. Damian however, kept a straight face the whole time. To him, this was simply business. Despite the fact that she was unlikely to be believed, Haley still knew of his deeds, so she had to be taken care of. Nothing personal.
Haley had arrived at the prison. She was thrown out of the vehicle aggressively by the driver.
“Forgive me if I dislike being in the presence of murderers.” He sneered down at her.
“I didn’t do anything wrong! Please, I’m just a kid!” She exclaimed. The driver would not take it. He drove the carriage at top speed to get away from the dreadful scene. The Chateau Mort was a traumatizing sight. Unfortunately, this is where poor Haley would be for the rest of her days. Destined to slowly go insane from the isolation. She looked up to see a beefy guard, he was to escort her to her cell. She was dragged by chains while screaming for mercy. The guard paid no mind and locked her in.
She looked around her. There was just about nothing there. No light sources other than a tiny window out of reach. She could barely make out the scratches on the wall. She assumed the marks there were of the inmate before her who was marking the days. Apparently, they didn’t make it more than a month. To say she was afraid would be a hideous understatement, she was petrified. She wouldn’t be the first to be unjustly punished this way due to Damian, Sylvester, and Clarise. She certainly wouldn’t be the last either. She would just be forgotten like all the other innocent victims.