ARIA’S POV
There is dead silence in the court room, it is not a comfortable atmosphere at all, people’s eyes move around from scanning me the victim to Greenfield the accused. After the judge announces that the trial can begin. The prosecutor starts by saying a few words regarding the case before asking me to take the stand. I am given a bible to press my hand against it with one handed raised up as I make an oath to tell nothing but the truth. The prosecutor asks me to tell the court what happened. I blink nervously for a few minutes, feeling a pit forming in my stomach, I shift my gaze towards the seated crowd and take in their stares at me and I begin feeling very hot and out of breath. My gaze then flickers towards the magistrate who is looking very intimidating in a long robe, a ful
