I stepped up to the platform to stand on trial. On the large screen before me, comments flooded in in real-time.
“She’s the first person brave enough to stand on trial!”
“Criminals will only surrender in the face of irrefutable evidence.”
“The show’s about to begin!”
Before we started, the judge gave me one final warning. “Defendant, are you aware of the trial process and understand its consequences? Are you sure you want to go through it?”
If I were found guilty on trial, I would be euthanized on the spot, and the ownership of my organs would go to my parents.
Then, they would be able to use my heart to save Suzy Jones.
Over at the plaintiff’s seat, my biological parents glared at me in disdain.
They were so certain that they would win this trial.
I couldn’t understand why. I was their biological daughter, yet they had spent years tormenting me, loathing me, and hurting me.
Now, they even wanted to rip my heart from me.
There were plenty of times when I suspected that Suzy was their real daughter, not me.
Right now, she was seated beside them, a mask and sunglasses covering her face so I couldn’t see her expression.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at the judge with determination. “Let us begin.”
The judge turned to the plaintiff’s bar. “Plaintiffs, are you aware that the trial…”
Before he could finish, Mom interrupted shrilly, “We are her parents! How could we possibly lose this case? Just hurry up and get this over with! Suzy doesn’t have time to waste!”
…
And so the trial started.
The first charge was brought against the defendant—refusal to fulfil her familial obligations, neglecting her bedridden father, and selfishly indulging in a decadent lifestyle.
