I am suspected of the murder of my girlfriend, that day when she told me she was pregnant with someone else's child. We argued to the point of an incident... a serious incident. Now I was locked up, deprived of my freedom until my innocence was proven, I felt so frustrated, scared, my anxiety increased every time I thought about that day and I felt my blood run cold, my hands trembled and everything cramped.

"I don't know... how it happened... it just..." I looked down and swallowed, I looked at my thin arms and my skin much paler than normal, I don't know what was happening to me, the simple thought that with my own hands I had caused such a loss made my body feel chills, I wanted to go back in time and do things right. After a few seconds, I looked up to look you in the eyes, you who along with my parents had been by my side at this moment, I felt so vulnerable with you that I hated it.