Can you believe it?
I really can’t.
Not yet.
I’m free like I hoped all these days, stuck between these four walls with nowhere to go.
It all seems like a dream.
Maybe it will become a reality after I leave tonight.
I was all ready to accept my fate and get prosecuted for a crime I didn’t commit.
Everyone still thought I did it, anyway.
There was no way I was going to walk away from this.
At least that’s what I thought until a miracle happened.
An eyewitness came forward, stating that they saw me driving down Main Street after the fire sirens started blaring.
That’s when they looked for a surveillance tape.
It showed me driving past it after the fire had already destroyed half of the Browns’ house.
There was zero chance I somehow managed to start the fire and be there.
First, I wondered why all this didn’t happen earlier.
Shouldn’t the police check for those things before making accusations?
Then the local police department paid me off to keep me quiet after the wrong allegations.
I’m not even sure why.
I didn’t witness anything unusual.
I see how it works in this backwater town.
My silence is worth ten thousand dollars.
Imagine that.
The quiet girl from the broken home gets to disappear with the bribe to start a new life somewhere else.
Who cares at this point?
I wonder what type of blackmail material Michael Brown had on everyone if they still fear him after he kicked the bucket.
The man is dead and still controlling everyone from beyond the grave.
It’s ridiculous.
Once again, I don’t get the grownups at all.
That money will help me arrive in New York City later tonight.
My flight leaves in five hours.
