Innocent Prisoners | COMPLETED

Daisy kept her eyes fixed on her fiddling fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. She was barely paying attention to the judge's words, despite their probable importance.

The heated stares felt tangible, emanating from every corner of the courtroom, amplified by countless cameras. As a daughter of the owner of Harrington and Co, her arrest was naturally a media spectacle. The incident shocked everyone, leading to paparazzi swarming her family, eager for a glimpse of the 'ethereal beauty' who had never been known to do anything wrong.

"Miss Daisy Harrington is found guilty of theft and assault of a police officer. Sentenced for twelve months in prison."

The loud bang of the hammer echoed, signifying the finality of her ruined future. Daisy's brown eyes brimmed with tears, her legs trembling beneath her favorite light blue dress. A large hand seized her bare arm, pulling her aggressively from the small box where she had stood during the trial. She glanced up at the officer, his expression emotionless as they walked. He’d likely done this countless times, indifferent to the justice of it all. Daisy doubted he was even listening.

"Wait here. Your family will come, and you'll have a few minutes to say your goodbyes," he recited, his tone devoid of warmth. Daisy was left in a small room with a corner sofa and cream walls adorned with paintings. The room felt gigantic, and she, a mere bug, cowered, afraid of making any wrong move that would deepen her trouble.

Then, the door unlocked. Her family entered, immaculate in their designer outfits. Daisy couldn't help but notice the absence of tears, only sympathetic, awkward expressions. "Oh dear," her father said, pulling Daisy's petite frame into a hug. It was then that she finally broke, tears streaming down her cheeks, sobs racking her body.