Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Guilty until proven innocent! ❯ Chapter 1

Guilty until proven innocent

According to the law, anyone accused of a crime is innocent until proven guilty. Not in my case. Right away, I was marked as guilty. No questions have been asked yet. No witnesses, but the police are sure I'm the one, the murderess. The police don't actually care about finding the guilty person. They only care about closing a case as quickly as possible. That's why I'm here. They don't want to waste the manpower, or time finding the actual killer. They want an open shut case. They want to say they've found the killer, so they can go back to what they were doing before all of this happened.

I can't get the scene of what happened earlier out of my head. Honda found dead. I just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I know for a fact that I didn't kill him. All the evidence points to me just because I met with him last. I would never kill any of my friends. Why won't the police believe me? It's obvious they don't, since they've already arrested me, and phoned my parents.

My friends, Yami, Yugi, Jounuchui, and Shizuka. All of them believe I'm innocent. They'll stand by me through this all, even if by some cruel fate I'm charged with murder. My parents have just arrived at the station. My parents look embarrassed to be seen with me. They don't want to be linked to a "killer." Nothing I say will convince them. Yugi being here doesn't help anything. Yugi is a great friend and all, but ever since my mom found out about Yami, they've considered him to be a bad influence on me. Yugi, Jounuchi, and Shizuka have to leave now. I wave goodbye to them hoping that soon I'll be able to leave and return home. They have school tomorrow. I told them I'd be okay. Yugi wants to stay but I reassure him that I'll be okay, and that everything will work out in the end.

In the last thirty minutes or so, my parents haven't technically listened to a word I've said. Instead they're looking up Psychiatrists and begging me to plead that I was temporarily insane at the time. I'm not insane. How many times must I repeat to them that I'm not insane? My father, is a great man, he's already found an attorney to represent me. My mom, also a great woman, but she's very concerned with social status, and having a daughter in the news for murder reflects on her badly. She realizes that, if found guilty this will ruin our family name forever, but even if I'm found innocent, I will still be considered suspicious to many.

Many attorneys don't want to represent teenagers. Teenagers lie too much, they say. As if teenagers are the only ones that lie when charged with a crime. It was hard for my dad getting a lawyer to represent me. Lawyers don't want a risky case like this. If it wasn't for the court system I'd already be pronounced guilty, and executed.

Freedom is truly taken for granted. I never truly realized that until now. I could possibly do life in prison for a crime I didn't commit. That really makes you think about life on a more serious note. Though I haven't been convicted yet, there's a possibility that I will be. Even if I'm not, I still have to spend time in Adult detention center until the trial starts, or by some miracle the actual killer is found. I doubt that. I'm still just a teenager but I will be tried as an adult.

What about my dreams? My dreams of one day becoming a dancer. Will I have to give that all up? Guilty or innocent, people will always remember that I was accused of murder.

My parents have finally finished trying to talk some "sense" into me. They still want me to play the "insanity" role, and have set up an appointment with a Psychiatrist. I'll be meeting with him later this week they tell me. I get to meet with my lawyer tomorrow. This is looking worse by the minute. One of the officers turn on the TV and ironically; I'm the cover story. My mom looks upset. She tells me to pray for a miracle because right now I'm the only suspect in this case.

I won't be going home today. It's finally my parent's turn to leave. I give my mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. My dad hugs me and walks off to open the car door for my mom. I know it's time for the cops to take me to my destination. The place I will be until I'm found innocent or guilty. The ride over is pretty calm. I'm just a bit relieved that no reporters are out right now. Honda's murder is the top story on the news right now. He found fame, but in the wrong way.

We finally arrive at the Adult detention center. My home for the next few weeks, or months. A murder case can go on for quite some time before a verdict is made. I just wish I could be a little more optimistic about the outcome of this.

I'm led to this room. I have to do what I consider to be very humiliating. The woman guard asks me to strip. I ask why. She tells me that everyone has to do this when they first arrive. I comply, not wanting to get into any trouble my first day. After she looks me over and considers me not to be dangerous, she hands me the uniform that I will be wearing, and walks me down to my room and I've heard I may be getting a roommate tomorrow. I'm worn out. I wonder who will be my roommate. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I might as well get some sleep.