"The jury, hereby, finds Jason Meyers guilty of the murder of the 15 women of the Wisteria case and sentence him to rigorous imprisonment for life."
The audience erupts. Some hug in joy, some cry, rejoiced. There were still a few who were less satisfied and grumbled for heavier punishment. Truly, I agree, the monster deserves the death penalty.
I silently watch from the back of the room, observing the only family of the convicted. The old aged woman had on a poker face. She slightly nodded her head at the beaming audience members.
Slowly, she stands up from her seat and makes her way to the door, her face not revealing even one bit of how she felt. She didn't even turn to bid her son farewell.
I slowly, carefully looked at the pink haired criminal, suddenly filled with a sense of uneasiness.
Jason Meyers was looking around the whole room with a small giddy smile. He was acting as if the jury did not pronounce a harsh verdict for him.
I frown at his behaviour as the uneasiness becomes more prominent. I know, more than anyone else, how unpredictable and dangerous the twenty-two year old psycopath really is, and right now, that knowledge is making me more nervous.
His grey eyes suddenly snap towards me and our eyes are locked. He grins widely and a shiver runs down my spine. I can't look away anymore.
His eyes are saying something they shouldn't.
He winked cheekily as the gaurds roughly pulled him to walk to the exit. The uneasiness becomes dread, pure dread.
He doesn't break our stare nor his smile and just looks at me satisfied. His eyes are trying to tell me something; something I just can't decipher.
His grin grows bigger as he nears the exit and nods at me slightly.
Before he turns away, his eyes glimmer with excitement. 'Get ready,' he mouths and soon he's out the doors and no more in view, leaving me standing rooted to my spot.
Five years. For five years, I have spent my time writing about his crimes. There has been multiple nights they haunted me. They prevented me sleep.
The feelings of dread I felt those nights, I thought I was rid of them. I thought that they would never come back to me.
But they're back and right now, they're eating away my confidence. I'm shaking with fear, the feeling of dread slowly engulfs me;