Chapter 2 Death Sentence
Evelyn's POV
The courtroom felt nothing like the world I used to know.
It was colder. Sterile. Like even the air, the wall didn’t spare you from it’s own judgement.
Never my life would I have imagined I would be standing here.
For the past three days my life has been nothing but hell. No matter how much I spoke no one listened. No one heard me. No lawyer wanted my case.
Not one.
They all looked at the file, at the footage, at the crime scene photos—then at me… and shook their heads like I was already doomed. No matter how much I denied it I couldn’t prove anything .
How i could not even remember a thing from that night.
Not matter how much I forced and tried the memory from that night stayed hidden.. far way from me.
Even Nina stopped showing up.
No calls. No messages. Nothing.
My parents… my parent disowned me. They didn’t .. couldn’t believe I had committed murder.
How could they not believe me?
How ?
And now I was here alone. With no friend .. no family no one to trust me.
The wooden bench beneath me felt too solid for how unreal everything was as I stood there. My hands were still cuffed, resting in my lap, shaking like they already knew what was coming.
The judge looked down at me over his glasses.
No emotion. Nothing.
“The defendant, Evelyn Jonas,” he began, voice echoing through the courtroom, “has been charged with the murder of Dylan Reeves.”
My stomach twisted at his name.
Every camera in the court room click felt like a gunshot. Shooting me over and over again as I waited for my sentence.
The prosecutor didn’t even need to push hard. The video evidence presented of me on the floor with a knife in my hand and Dylan blood on my body had already done that.
No matter how much I tried I don’t remember stabbing him.
“Your honour.. I.. didn’t kill him,” I whispered once again tears falling down. But no one cared. Not the jury, not the media. Not the world outside that had already decided who I was.
The judge continued, flipping a page.
“In light of overwhelming evidence, lack of credible defense representation, and the severity of the crime…”
My breath caught. My hand gripped the prison uniform on me
This was it.
“There will be no leniency granted.”
A long silence filled the room as I said a silent prayer. To a God, To anyone who could get me out of this mess
“Evelyn Jonas,” he said finally, “I hereby sentence you to the maximum penalty permitted under law.”
I swallowed hard.. my eyes watering.
Evelyn Jonas ,” he continued, “you are hereby sentenced to fifty (50) years to life imprisonment, with no possibility of parole.”
The words hit harder than the gavel that followed.
Bang.
My vision blurred… . Fifty years… for life.
No parole.
No second chance to plead my innocence .
My chest tightened so hard it felt like everything inside me was breaking apart.
“No…” The word came out soft at first
Then louder. “No—no, I didn’t kill him!”
My voice cracked as I pushed up from the bench, the cuff burn through my skin as I pushed forward.
“I didn’t do it!” I screamed now, turning toward the judge, toward the jury, toward anyone who would look at me. “I don’t remember! I swear I don’t remember!”
My breathing turned ragged, desperate.
Tears blurred everything in front of me—the faces, the cameras, the courtroom that felt like it was closing in on me.
I couldn’t breathe..
“You have to believe me!” My voice broke completely, falling apart in my throat. “Please… I don’t kill people. I don’t—I wouldn’t—”
My knees gave slightly, but the officers held me up.
I shook my head over and over like if I denied it hard enough, it would undo everything.
“I woke up and he was just there,” I choked out, tears spilling now, unstoppable. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why I was there. I swear I don’t know!”
My voice broken.
“Please…”
No matter how much I screamed and begged no one listened.
They all stared at me with disgust in their eyes.
Like my denial didn’t matter anymore.
Like I didn’t matter anymore.
“Court is adjourned,” the judge said flatly, already standing.
Then suddenly the guards moved towards me
Firm hands grabbed my arms before I could even take another breath.
“No—wait!” I struggled instantly, panic surging through me. “Please! Please, I didn’t do it! You can’t just—no!”
My voice cracked as they pulled me out of the court room.
The cuff bit into my wrists, metal clinking harshly as I fought against them, stumbling in my steps.
“I don’t remember!” I cried out again, twisting in their grip. “Something is wrong—I swear something is wrong with me!
The judge stood and walked away without a second glance.
No one spoke
And that silence hurt worse than the sentence.
My breath hitched as I looked around the room one last time, searching for anything—for one person who believed me. .
My voice dropped to a whisper as the reality finally crushed down on me.
“No matter how much I cried and screamed no one.. no one believed me”
