I sighed sitting back down in the chair, the room beginning to fill. That was my first panic attack and I still hadn't completely gotten over it. I sipped on a water bottle Stacie gave me, as the talking of the others seemed to smother me. I could hear them as if they were screaming right next to me.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my head, rubbing some of the water over my face. Stacie cupped my head in her hands and made me look up at her. "This isn't your fault ok?
I just nodded, I wanted to go on and on about how it was, but my mom was still sitting right in front of me, and I still couldn't tell her that it was all my fault. The judge entered once again and banged his gavel. "Settle down people." The whispers died down and the judge cleared his throat.
"Lets move on, prosecution please present your evidence." The men at the prosecution's table nodded, and one of them stood, moving over to a table they had set out in the center of the room.
"You're honor." The man said walking to the table. "We have first the ten ounces of Methamphetamine we seized at the defendant's home."
"Objection." Mr. Cunningham jumped up. "My client wasn't present at the time of the seizer, there are no fingerprints or any reason to believe it belongs to her."
"It's the main reason to prove our case your honor." The prosecutor said calmly.
"No, it's the main reason to prove their case against all those men they arrested at my client's house, not against her! She had nothing to do with it."
"It will be used in evidence as well in that case, but we need it here now as...