Daisy sat in the police interrogation room on the cold metal chair with her hand resting on her laps.
Her eyes has turned puffy and red from crying.
_This is a dream, I will wake up from it soon_
She kept repeating those words to herself.
She had been sitting there for more than ten minutes before the door to the room finally opened and a policeman walked in carrying a laptop and a notebook.
He moved to the chair opposite her and quietly sat down, placing his things on the table.
"Let's begin Miss Rose, can you tell what happened last night?" he asked
.
"I went out with my sister and we took some drinks, I couldn't remember anything after that" Daisy replied.
"Really," he said raising an eyebrow.
"So you don't remember stabbing your father repeatedly?" He bluntly asked.
Tears flowed down her face at the policeman's words.
"No... and there is no way I would do that to him. He's my father" she replied.
The policeman opened the laptop and turned the screen slightly to her.
"You should just save everybody the stress and confess what you did. You might receive a lighter punishment instead of denying it and wasting everyone's time" he said.
"But I didn't do it Sir," Daisy insisted.
"Yeah, I heard you" he replied calmly. "But the evidence says otherwise"
"Evidence?" Daisy whispered.
"Yes a solid one" he replied and then clicked a button on the laptop and turned the laptop to her.
"A video of you performing the crime" he stated.
Daisy stared as the video began to play.
The footage showed the moment she and her sister returns from the bar last night.
Daisy is clearly drunk, her steps unsteady.
Janet is holding her arm tightly, trying to keep her from falling.
They stumble into the living room and Janet gently lowers her onto the couch.
Janet rushes to the kitchen and returns with a glass of water.
Daisy grabs it and gulps it down quickly before suddenly throwing the glass across the room.
The sound makes Janet flinch. She stares at Daisy for a moment, shocked, before turning and walking away.
Just as she left, Mr Williams enters the living room with an apron tied on his waist.
He came to Daisy and starts to pat her back when suddenly, she turns towards him and pushes him away.
Mr Williams stands up and take a step back, he holds both hands up, an act of surrender.
Daisy stands up too and pushes him back again.
She pushes him again and again before suddenly ran out of the room.
She returns a moment later, a knife glinting in her hand.
Mr Williams's back is turned to her.
Before he can react, Daisy rushes forward and drives the knife into his back.
Daisy shook her head slowly as the video continued to play.
"No...no... that's not me," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"I would never do that, I would never hurt him"
"The camera doesn't lie, you were the only one there and your finger prints are on the knife" the policeman said.
Daisy wiped her tears with shaky hands.
"I don't remember any of it" she said, weakly.
"Convenient" the policeman replied and switched the video off.
He closed the laptop and leaned on his chair.
"Miss Rose, as I told you earlier, you are under arrest for the murder of Mr Williams" he said calmly.
"You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to speak to a lawyer before answering any questions".
Daisy said nothing, her hands trembling on her laps.
"If you cannot afford one" he continued, " the court will appoint one for you".
The room fell into heavy silence.
Daisy clutched her trembling hands and stared at the table, her head spinning.
The video kept replaying in her head like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember any of it.
But the police didn't need her memory
They had the video.
The days that followed passed in a blur.
Police officers came and went. Questions were asked again and again.
A lawyer was appointed to represent her, but the evidence against her was overwhelming.
The knife carried her fingerprints.
The security camera footage showed everything.
And there were no signs of anyone else in the room.
Daisy insisted she couldn't remember committing the crime, but in court, that wasn't enough.
The trial lasted only a few weeks.
Each day Daisy sat in the courtroom, her hands clasped tightly together as the prosecution replayed the video again and again before the jury.
Every time the footage appeared on the screen, the room grew quiet.
And every time, Daisy felt like she was watching a stranger wearing her face.
Her lawyer argued that she had been extremely drunk and not in control of herself.
But the prosecution argued something different.
They said Daisy had killed her father in a drunken rage.
On the day of the verdict, Daisy stood in the courtroom with her heart pounding violently in her chest.
The jury had reached a decision.
"Guilty."
The word echoed through the courtroom like a gunshot.
Daisy felt her knees weaken.
The judge looked down at her with a solemn expression.
"For the murder of Mr. Williams, this court hereby sentences you to twenty-five years in prison."
The sound of the gavel striking the desk sealed her fate.
Two officers stepped forward and placed handcuffs around her wrists.
As they led her away from the courtroom, her eyes found her grandmother standing at the audience.
Tears were flowing down her eyes endlessly and a woman was trying to console her.
"Please can I speak with my grandmother?" She asked the officers.
"Please just two minutes" she pleaded.
"Two minutes" they warned and led her to where her grandmother was.
When she got closer, her grandmother pulled her for a tight hug.
"I shouldn't have let you go there, I have ruined you" her grandmother sobbed.
"No, you didn't grandma," Daisy said softly.
"Thank you for everything you have done for me, I really appreciate it... and I'm going to miss you"
"I will miss you too dear, I can't believe this is happening, please forgive me child, I failed to protect you"
"No you didn't ma—"
"Two minutes is over" one the officers said firmly.
They dragged her away.
As they led her out of the courtroom, Daisy's mind was filled with only one thought.
_I didn't do this_
But no one believed her.
The prison gates closed behind her, and the world she had always known disappeared. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months.
Somewhere in the harsh silence, Daisy Rose began to change.
By the time the first year had passed, the girl who once laughed at flowers and cried freely had vanished. What remained was someone sharp, careful, and respected. A survivor.
And in this new world, Daisy would learn how to rule.