The inside-out silence

I don't belong here. This ruminates in her head. I was picked for this very reason - they could see it across my face and deep into my nervous eyes. But they don't know me. They don't know what I know. She knows.

Truth is a game of lies - the lie that survives. I won't let the wolves devour him. I have to say something, I can't speak. What will they do to me? They decided he was guilty the moment we sat down in this room. She hasn't spoken a word. Her silence was her answer.

I can't agree to this. I can't let this happen. I'm too scared. She's scared.

Oh, no! They their standing, getting ready to head into the courtroom to give our verdict; their verdict. I can't let innocence be mawled by the lies of a system posing as truth. How will I change their minds. I must... speak.