Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Confession ❯ Confession ( Chapter 1 )

This story is mine! I wrote it, and made up Sarai for a school assignment!

Updated due to the fact I forgot to put in the disclaimer!

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Confession

“My mother gave me the name Sarai.” The woman attempted to make conversation as she looked up from the table in front of her. Her pale hands, complete with crimson red nail polish on each finger, were handcuffed behind her back. She frowned; her green eyes aflame with undisguised rage. “You want me to confess. Don't you? Confess to that murder, to the one on television. I didn't do anything! ” She still was annoyed, and her handcuffs rattled as they hit the chair she sat on. After the moment of yelling, she calmed down enough to speak calmly. “I didn't do anything. I've told you over and over, it wasn't me!” She coughed into her shoulder. “Can I get some water? I've been here for hours.” She asked calmly enough, and she stared at table again, refusing to see the detective shake his head again.

 

“I didn't think so. Why do you think I did those things? I've never been in trouble, not even in school.” The detective narrowed his beady brown eyes, but didn't say anything. “You keep asking me to admit to something I did not do. If I said I did, would you let me have some water, food, maybe even go to the bathroom?” He nodded, and handed her a pen and some paper, her hands still confined behind her. “You want me to write my confession?” He nodded again, and she sighed. “How could I with my hands behind me? I didn't do it! I keep telling you… do you have the time?” The officer cleared his throat. His voice was scratchy and deep against Sarai's softer voice.

 

“I'll write it, when you say it, and it's four-thirty in the morning.” He told her, his own eyes looking weary as they had both been there for twelve hours. “You can leave after you confess.” She let out an exhausted sigh, and rolled her eyes.

“My brother was found guilty of a crime he didn't do, at least not to the degree you all claimed.” Sarai stated the fact, purposefully not delving into the detail, and the detective shook his head.

 

“Your brother confessed, why anyone would confess to a crime they didn't commit, is beyond me.” He said calmly, “We know you committed the crimes you are accused of, we have witnesses, and evidence, all we need is your confession.”

“You have nothing, because I didn't do it! I won't confess!” She shouted as her silver handcuffs rattled against the chair. “This can't be legal! I want to see my parents, my lawyer, anyone! I want some water, some food; I need to go to the bathroom. Please you have the wrong person, please, just let me go.” The detective smiled. His teeth yellow and crooked as he whispered in her ear.

 

“Just confess. And all of those things would be given to you.” Her eyes widened and her head fell in defeat.

 

“Fine, I did it. I robbed that house on Main Street, I killed the woman inside, I… I even shot the dog. I'm a sick person. I need all the help I can get.” She said the words of her false confession down to the last syllable. The detective smiled.

 

“Why did you do these things? What went through your mind?” His deceptive voice hissed like a snake in her tiny ear. And she closed her eyes.

 

“I-I needed money, the dog was barking, and the woman saw me. I couldn't have witnesses. So I killed them both.” The detective finished writing the final words of her forced confession, before he said his words.

 

“Sarai Smith, You are under arrest for murder and home invasion in the first degree.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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