Ellie knew where she was as
soon as she opened her eyes; the drunk tank. A wash of anxiety, mixed
with claustrophobia, spread in a cold wave throughout her body.
Having no idea what happened, Ellie looked down at her clothing and
gasped in terror- her clothes were covered in blood. Now that she
noticed it, she could smell it too. The irony tang that flew up her
nostrils brought a foul-tasting liquid to rise in the back of her
throat.
Ellie went up to the small window in the door, began
banging on it with her fists and screaming for an officer to tell her
what she had done, what had happened. The anxiety of not knowing took
her breath away, as the panic filled.
Finally, a man in a dark suit and tie walked up to
the little window in the door.
"Ellie? Ellie..." he looked at some papers in his
hand. "Ellie Martin?"
"Yes, please wha-wha-what..." she stuttered as
tears began blubbering over her cheeks.
"You have court this afternoon Miss Martin." he
said, without looking at her. "You're being charged with two
counts of murder in the first degree. Your boyfriend and roommate
have been positively identified as the deceased. There will be no
chance of bail. We will see about plea negotiations, but with your
criminal record...."
A warmth began to run down Ellie's legs as her
bladder let go. Her life, as she knew it, was over. Ellie had done
some dumb things while she was blacked out, but nothing like this...
She wanted to speak but couldn't, as she was frozen
with fear. Ellie Martin stared through the bars in the window of her
cell, as stiff as her blood-sodden clothes, for hours after the
lawyer left.
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