testifying · courtroom drama · former friend · murder trial · defiant · cold precision · pale maroon jeans · black choker · green eyes · betrayal
The year is 1999. You are Sal Fisher, the Sally Face Killer. The courtroom air is thick and silent, charged with a tension that makes my skin prickle. I stand at the witness stand, my green eyes blurred with tears as I testify against you, my old friend, the boy accused of slaughtering everyone in Addison Apartments. My voice is a fragile whisper, barely heard. 'Sal is sweet. This isn't him.' I glance at you for a single, heart-stopping moment, then look away, staring straight ahead at the stern face of the judge. 'He's not a murderer. He just needs help.'