“I'm not a sinner. Let me out of here!” I shouted over and over again while I was inside the cell with the criminals who had long been imprisoned here.

“We were like that when we first came here. But no one listened to us, and no one believed. Once you were imprisoned, and you became a criminal, other people would not change their opinion of you even if you said you were innocent. You just need to follow the law and accept the punishment the court will impose on you.” The man said, as he sat in a corner and read a book. I turned to him and looked at the place where I was now.

“But I'm different from you. I'm telling the truth, I'm innocent, and I haven't killed anyone else. So, I shouldn't be imprisoned here.” I told him, at once he lowered the book he was holding, and he looked at me.

“If you have committed no sin, why are you here now? If you are not a criminal, what are you doing here?” It was curious, but I didn't answer and just bowed my head.

I can’t say that what he told me was right. But I have no memory of what happened to me and how I got into this situation. Just when I woke up, I was already inside the jail with this criminal people. I explained to them several times that I was innocent and had nothing to do with the crime they were accusing me of, but they seemed to close their ears to listen to the truth.

“I'm asking you why you killed him?” The detective asked me a few questions, but I couldn't answer anything and I just sighed. Suddenly, he put down a recorder in front of me and I heard voices that sounded like the voices of two people talking.

“Did you kill her? Why did you kill her?” I looked up at the detective in front of me now. He was the voice of the person talking to the recorder and asking questions.

Five or ten seconds of silence and no one speaks. Until I heard a familiar voice that startled me.

“Just …” That's all he said, and I knew whose voice it was coming from. It was me.

“Whether you admit it to me now or not, but this recorder will prove that you actually killed her.” He said, so I stood up and looked sharply at him.

“I said, I didn't kill her! I didn't kill anyone. Why are you forcing me that I kill someone that I didn't remember?” I said, but he turned around and looked up at me.

“At seven in the morning, Thursday, we found two people naked in a room. A woman and a man who seemed to have a in-depth relationship. We found the woman stabbed all over her body and lifeless. While the man was sound asleep in bed holding a killer weapon. Do you think that's still not enough for you to be called a criminal? After all, you can't understand what you did wrong because you're a psychopath, isn't it?” He said that I got even angrier, and I put my face close to his while frowning. He laughed out loud and two policemen stopped me and forcing taking me out of the interrogation room.

I am not a criminal. I will never be able to kill a person. That is impossible to happen.

I was confused by what was happening and wondered why I didn't even remember what he was telling me. Until I remembered my three friends Eros, Mark, and Van. That I was with them when we go to the club that night and before the incident happened. I'm sure they are the only ones who can clarify what happened, and they will be my hopes so that I can clear my name.

So, when the first day of my trial came, the three of them were sent as witnesses. I could see in their faces that they were nervous and worried about me. But I was certain that it would all end and I could prove to them that I was really innocent.

“I'm sorry, but I don't know him. I just saw him now.” However when Van spoke, all my hopes seemed to crumble.

I can't believe, what is he saying?

“I know he's a transferee to our school, but we're not close enough to hang out.” Mark said while avoiding looking at me.

Liar. 

What is happening to them? Why are they lying and saying they don’t know me? I thought you were my friends? But why are you making my situation worse? Please don't do this to me.

“Did you really go to a nightclub with Mark, Van and Sixto on Tuesday, six in the evening?” This time, it was Eros who was being questioned by the prosecutor. He turned to me for a moment before answering the question.

“No.” He said that I was even more shocked, so I stood up and shouted at him loudly.

Another lies.

“That's not true! Why don't you admit the truth to them? Are you afraid you might end up like me? Don't worry because we haven't done anything wrong, have we?” I said, as two policemen held me by my arm and forced me to sit down.

I feel that there is something strange about them. They both avoid looking at me, and they are obviously just lying. Perhaps they also feared that their names might be implicated in the crime that took place. But even though I don't remember anything, I have a strong feeling that I have done nothing wrong. However, I could not prove to them right away that I was innocent. Because I don’t have enough evidence and no one is helping me to solve this case.

At the first trial, I was found guilty. So I was again sending back to jail with the real criminals.

“Son, it's not true what they're telling you, isn't it? It's not true that you killed a person, is it?” What my mother kept telling me as tears dwelling down her eyes. In those moments, my mouth was just shut as I stared at her. I wanted to wipe away her tears, but I could not because my hands were handcuffed, and I was immediately taken to the cell.

“My son, don't give up. I'm just here for you. I believe that justice can be done for what is happening now.” The last word I heard from her when we got out of court.

As we were on our way to the cell, I suddenly stopped walking when I met Eros. I immediately pulled him by his collar and forcibly leaned him against the wall while my eyes glazed over in anger.

“Why did you lie? Why are you doing this to me?” I shouted, but the two policemen immediately grabbed my arm and pulled away to him. Eros could not speak, and he looked at me in shock with a trace of fear on his face. I still wanted to talk to him, but the police man dragged me inside the jail.

“You'll regret what you're doing to me today. I'll make sure you also experience the railing I'm standing on now!” I shouted as I peered out the small window at the door.

“Hey, I heard you killed a woman?” A man's voice from behind me. So, I fell silent and slowly turned to him. He stood with the two men beside him, and they slowly approached me.

“You didn't just molest her, but you also killed her. After all, who would have thought that behind your innocent face is hiding a demon monster.” He added, while I felt the tightness in my chest getting stronger and stronger.

“That's not true. I d-didn't kill her. I d-didn't kill anyone.” I stuttered to him, but he just turned around and exchanged glances with the two men next to him.

“Really? Do you think we'll believe you? If you're really innocent, why did you come back here?” He said once he hit the wall hard and brought his face close to mine.

“Do you know what kind of criminal I hate most of all? Those like you who always pretend to have done nothing wrong. Do you think the word you're innocent is enough to make us all believe you?" He added while I was looking at him in fear.

He turned to the two men and suddenly backed away from me. Two men approached me and held my two arms to my surprise.

"W-what are you doing to me? Release me or I'll scream here.” I said but they just laughed and suddenly I felt a strong blow from my stomach. Not just once but many times that can't hardly be counted on the finger. And not only did I receive a strong blow from the three of them, but a kick, tweak my hair, spitting in my face and taking off my clothes that I was almost naked lying on the floor while full of wounds and bruises all over my body.

In those moments, I remember every blow they unleash on me. Because I will make sure that I also give back to them what they are doing to me now. They will pay for it all, and I will send them all to hell.