The Goodness in Someone

It has already been a day since they detained me in this cell, and only Augustine, alongside my boss, visited me, informing me of any updates on my case. They told me that the first trial would take place by the end of the month this November.

So given the time, I still have a month and a half to wait for the trial. Staying in jail is something that I've never wanted for the rest of my life. They kept on visiting me for the last couple of days and brought me a lawyer that would help me defend my innocence.

Having to stay in a place where all you can see are police officers and some plain-looking appliances, things were hard for me. Imagine being detained in this place for an entire month and a half. Wouldn't it bore you?

But that's not the point, because the real problem that I have is my future. All I wanted is to have a successful life, but what happened, here I am in a cell for a crime that I never committed. I kept a low profile at school just so I can focus more on my studies to have a better grasp on my future.

I even left the house to have a healthy environment to live in without any problems. However, wherever I walk, wherever I stay, my step-siblings kept on ruining my life. What wrong have I done to receive this kind of treatment, right?

Now here I am, sitting in a steel bed with a ragged cushion, wondering as a crazy man left with nothing. The only thing that makes me happy was that girl in my dreams, but for the entire time I stayed in this jail waiting for my trial, she never appeared once.

(Why doesn't she appear? What should I do to make her come out again?)

I tried to remember her face, hoping that she will appear again in my dreams. Because of her, all the negativity in my mind turned positive. The reason why I can cope up with living in the house of demons was all because of her.

Weeks had passed by, and there is only half a month before the trial. But this day, there were no visitors for the day. However, I felt uncomfortable because Augustine and my boss wouldn't miss a day without visiting or even pass by here.

It was almost midnight when suddenly the officer called me and transferred me to a room without any lights or anything. But just an empty dark room. After staying inside for a few minutes, someone suddenly entered the room and started to beat me up.

Fighting back wouldn't be an option because it might be a police officer. However, the one who entered the cell was stupid enough to leave one of his belongings inside this dark cell. I hid it under my pants and waited inside until morning.

(I can't see what kind of object that bastard left here)

While waiting for the sun to rise, I passed out inside because after being beaten up, nobody entered to give me something to drink or something to eat to help replenish my energy. Some police officers were fond of me and cared for me inside the station.

However, some of them doesn't like me and continued mistreating me. Augustine and my boss still don't have a clue about this because if ever I report them, it will not end their poor treatment against me but only make it worse.

Before morning came, the police officer transferred me back to my cell. And here I am again, lying on the steel bed with a ragged cushion, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the officer to leave.

When the officer left, I speedily sneaked out the thing that I hid under my pants when I was beaten up last night. And to my surprise, it was the identification card of my half-brother John. From the start, some officers were working alongside my step-siblings in making my life miserable here.

(What the hell? Isn't this what they wanted? For me to suffer in a place like this? Is seeing me in jail still doesn't satisfy their thirst for making me miserable?)

Thinking deeply on what move I should do next, I fell asleep again inside my cell. But still, there is no sign of that girl appearing in my dreams. At the times that I feel down, Augustine will visit, telling me everything that happened to him on that day.

He gave me comfort that no one else could ever give me, although there was this girl in my dream that helped me in comforting myself. The realization came to me that I shouldn't hold on to a girl that I just saw in a dream.

Reminiscing every moment that she appeared on my mind gave me the most comfort I could ever receive. However, believing in something that doesn't exist will only take a toll on my heart. It may be hard to let go of the thing that gave me the strength to keep on moving forward.

Another week has passed, and only a few days left before the said date of the first trial. My body is very worn out because of the endless beating I receive every midnight in the darkroom. I observed everyone inside the jail, but it seems that it's only me who is treated wrongfully.

Every midnight, back at that same room, over and over again. All my feelings wanted to explode, but I tried to compress all of it and hid it. Because I still believe in that small hope that justice will be handled truthfully inside the court.

Inside the cell, you can notice that the time is slowly running. At day, those were the only time I can feel at ease because it's the dayshift of the police officers. One of the police officers noticed the bruises and wounds on my body.

"What happened to your body? Where did you get all those bruises?" the police officer asked worriedly.

"This is nothing, sir. Please let me sleep for the whole day. I'm begging you, sir," I responded and begged.

"Before I let you sleep, come with me for a sec," he added and opened the lock of my cell.

Just one dash to the entrance and I'll be free, but I don't want to break the trust of this officer. He helped me more than I could think of, even if I can't handle this treatment. Having this officer still gave me that small courage to cope up with everything.

"What are you waiting for? Come with me," he kept on calling me while we walk towards a comfort room.

"What am I doing here, sir?" I questioned curiously.

"Clean your body and wait here. I'm going to get you something to eat also the medkit to patch your wounds," he offered me the help without knowing anything.

The entrance is wide open, and with a short struggle, I can definitely run towards it and leave the station. However, because of him and the words of Augustine, I still kept on believing that I will soon receive my justice and live a comfortable life outside of the cell.

He cared for me even though it still hasn't been a month since I arrived here, and because of that, I believe that this officer is the accurate definition of justice. He doesn't care if we are considered criminals by society. To him, we are all treated as equals without any favoritism.

After washing my wounds and applying the medkit, the officer gave me; I overheard that he will be transferred to a different station along with the other dayshift officers. I wanted to run, but doing that will only do harm to him, so I returned to my cell and sat on the corner, sulking.

(What the hell is happening? Why was he transferred into a different district?)

Minutes after returning to my cell, he passed by and told me to keep on believing the truth because there comes a time that the universe will unleash the truth. That words of encouragement helped me along with Augustine's wisdom in holding for the time being.

Without him, everything started to worsen. My patience is starting to worn out, but before the day of the said date for the trial. My boss visited me, and there she tried to give me as many words of wisdom she can think of to help me with being patient.

And finally, after a month and a half, the day of the first trial set forth. Augustine and my boss accompanied me to the court and gave me their support. Everything seems to be working fine, and it even shocked me that the lawyer prepared some witnesses with only limited funding.

"The trial will now commence after each side gives their opening statement,"

Now the first trial for the truth to be handed out has now started with silence filling the room.