05• Reid.

As realistic as that looks, there was no way that was real. No bloody way he did that. I thought as I settled on the floor leaning my back against the wall.

It's been close to three days that I've been here, in this messed up cell, but no one has even paid a visit to me. When I saw that green-eyed freak, I thought he was a lawyer. But turned out he was just a magician.

My thought suddenly drifted to when I had been with him. How quiet the city had been, God... Did it feel good to be finally out of here? I've missed my life.

I rested my head on my arms, my eyes stung and I blinked rapidly. It would be so weak of me to cry.

I don't want to be looking so haggard or helpless with the officers or cellmates.

I clenched my fist as I tried hard again not to remember what Detective Garfield, the man who had ordered my arrest, told me.

•

"Your fingerprints were discovered on the knife used to kill Alvin. How do you explain this evidence?" The detective had asked and I only watched him with nothing to say. As much as I wanted to defend myself, I still couldn't figure out the fuck my fingerprints were found on the murder weapon. I hadn't even touched it when I walked in on him.

"There's a mistake, trust me. I didn't kill Alvin." I said with a pleading look.

"It didn't seem like there were other fingerprints found on the knife except yours of course." The detective added in.

"The last evidence, we wouldn't let you know about it yet, but its traces are on you. You should get an attorney as soon as you can; Alvin's family is charging you to court in a week to come."

I was still reminiscing about the last time I had seen the detective when the rumbling of keys interrupted my thoughts.

I raised my head at the officer who just walked into my cell. "Come out, someone wants to meet with you." He said and I gritted my teeth hard, as though guessing who it was.

She hasn't paid a visit for the past three days that I've been locked up! Well, who am I to feel hurt by that? I'm no longer her child, just a child of an ex she used to know.

Reluctantly, I stood up and the officer handcuffed me, leading me out of the cell. We walked down a sterile corridor, passing other cells, their inhabitants watching with curiosity and I was led into a visitor room. There sat my mother, with a sad expression. She seemed fragile and pale.

I ignored her expression as I took my seat.

"How have you been?" She began with a cracked voice.

"Why are you here?" I asked, with no signs of emotions.

"Are you really responsible for the death of Alvin, your friend?" My mother questioned and I scoffed. Christ, why am I feeling emotional just like she all of a sudden?

"If I told you I didn't kill Alvin, would you believe me?" I asked with a smirk.

"You are known for various acts..." She paused, "But if what you did to Alvin is true I think it's best you face your punishment." She added, in a whispery tone while sniffing, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"You don't believe me." I scoffed again bowing my head while blinking rapidly.

I brought my face back to stare at her after making sure I wasn't going to cry now. "So I'm gonna go to jail for a crime I didn't commit?"

"You were present at the scene of Alvin's death. The evidence suggests that you were the perpetrator." My mother's eyes welled up with tears. Was that really necessary?

"But you don't believe your own son?" I asked, tears gathering around my eyeballs. "Well, what do I expect? You already got yourself a new family. A husband and a perfect son. At least, I'd be able to see my dad after I've been hung to death." I replied.

"I'm sorry... I and your stepdad already decided you pay for what you did---" She was yet to complete her statement when I stood up abruptly.

"Enough!" I gritted my teeth. "Now I know where the idea of abandoning me is coming from."

I turned my back on her. There was no way I'm spending the rest of my life in jail for a crime I didn't commit.

As I walked out of the visitor room, I heard my mother whimpering.

She couldn't even hire a lawyer to prove my innocence. I bet they've been looking for a way to abandon me after all. But I'm not so weak; I wouldn't give in to what the killer wanted—getting rid of me.

Now I really want to see that freak; if he could set me free with whatever power he has, I would do whatever he wanted of me. In two days' time, I'll be in court; there was no doubt I wouldn't be sentenced to death.

The cell door was opened by the officer and as I walked into my cell, I was faced with the enigmatic stranger. His emerald green eyes were fixed upon me.