When Alexis opened her eyes, she immediately winced. They hurt. Raising her hand she lightly touched her eyes, wondering why had happened that it hurt all of sudden when it all came rushing back to her.
She had admitted the fact that she was a murderer. She knew that she was one. She was responsible for taking someone else's life. The guilt weighed on her like a thousand tonnes and she was not sure that she could carry it. It felt like it would bury her under the ground with how much it weighed. How was she supposed to protect herself against it? What would happen when the whole world would know?
She had pretty much killed a public figure. Who would defend her? And why?
Her eyes were burning and it was a matter of time before her tears fell.
Alexis took her phone from the nightstand beside the bed and sat up straight on the bed. She opened Google and googled the word prison.
The word sent shivers down her spine.