Dana was the type of girl who needed no one. Or so she thought. Until he came.
He was perfect. Godlike. He made her feel whole. Important. Perfect. She never knew love could be such a wonderful thing.
But…it was an illusion. A mistake. She cursed herself. Men could not be trusted. Had she not learned her lesson from her father?
Too late. As she stood forlornly, her knuckles white from gripping the bars, facing the many faces that glared at her, with contempt and judgment, she wished fervently she could turn the clock backwards.
"Dana Smith, you’re accused of murdering Jonathan Walker. Do you plead guilty?"
Sorry that I've been so quiet for a while...*sigh* but those academic readings in uni are kiiling me!!! I hope I can find back my steps soon, but for now, here's a little contest entry for you to enjoy...Feel free to criticise it, that's what it's here for! ;P