As I sat inside the cold, silent court room, I replayed the past few days in my head.
I had a head on collision with another car; it held a mother, a little boy and a baby girl. I remember hitting the car and as I looked up, I watched the windshield shatter into a million pieces. The mother’s face look horrified and I could hear the high pitched scream of the little boy.
“All rise,” the bailiff broke my thoughts and brought me back to reality. The chains that led from my hands to my feet rattled as I stood to face the judge.
Everyone sat back down as I was taken to the stand to testify. The orange jumpsuit was a mocker and a reminder that I took something I can never give back.
“Where were you heading the night of the crash?” The lawyer asked.
“I was heading down town to my cousin’s birthday party.” I replied, looking passed the lawyer and into the bloodshot eyes of the heart broken mother I had hit.
“Is it true you were texting when the crash took place?” The well-dressed man asked another heart stabbing question.
“Y-yes.” I managed to choke out, while I held back the tears that wanted to flood my face.
I stared down at my tanned hands that were restricted by cold, silver hand cuffs. The memory from that Saturday before still played in my mind.
As I was being ejected from the car, I was slipping in and out of consciousness. I could see the mother being put onto a stretcher, and then my eyes decided to close. When I opened my eyes again a few minutes later, I saw the EMTs trying to revive the little boy and girl. Everything went black once again. The third time I opened my eyes, I scanned the crash site for the little boy and girl; all I found was two little white sheets that clearly covered their bodies. My heart stopped, and right then I knew I took something I could never give back.
“Who were you texting?” The lawyer asked, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I was texting my mother to let her know I would be a little late,” the tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to leave, “If I may, I would like to say; I am very sorry. I know I took something I can never give back to you, but I promise I will serve my time and from this day forward I will never forgive myself of what I have done. I am truly sorry.” I watched the mother break down into uncontrollable sobs.
“Amanda Harper, you are sentenced to fourteen years in prison for the death of Daniel Pearson and Lilly Pearson, plus an additional five year probation. Court adjourned.” The judge threw down is gavel and every left.
I scanned the room for my parents, and when I found them, all they did was shake their head at me. They looked like they didn’t want to claim me as their child. Pain filled my heart and reality settled in. I killed two innocent kids.
Never in a million years would I think I’d be the one behind bars. I always told my parents, that cops need to kill the person the same way the killed someone; but now that all seems too harsh.
I was walked to the back of the court room where my parents waited to talk to me.
“What in the world were you thinking that night, Amanda? You didn’t think, you killed two people and now you will be gone for the next fourteen years.” My dad scolded.
Doesn’t he know I feel bad enough? I don’t need this right now, but he doesn’t care. Never has.
“Don’t write your sisters, don’t call your sisters; I will just tell them you ran away.” My dad was never good with telling the truth, or facing it.
“I love you honey.” My mom said, her voice shaking.
“I love you too, both of you.” I smiled a weak smile.
It was time to face the hard, cold truth and spend my time behind bars.
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