Who said having a perfect boyfriend,a perfect family, perfect friends, perfect life is one of the best thing in the world?. No one is perfect, everybody knows that. And I myself I'm not perfect but I've been looking for someone to blame.
It all started when I was 18 years old. I went out partying with my boyfriend. I wore a sleeveless black shiny gown that reached my knees. The music was blasting out so loud that my eardrums hurts but that's where the fun lies. I rolled my hips to the beats of the music when I felt hot air blew my neck.
I smirked, of course it's my Sweetheart. He grabbed my hips and together we danced to our heart content. I was satisfied at last. I've gat everything I've ever wish for.
Suddenly the door flew open and some men in uniform walked in. The red cup in my hand dropped to the floor as I watch terrified. They started raiding the place and found some drugs in my bag.
I tried explaining myself but it fell on deaf ears and I was taken away. I tried looking for my boyfriend and friends that came here with me but it's seems like they disappeared into thin air.
My family ,what will they think. It's a setup they should understand. But they didn't. Everything I have ever had was taken. I was set up. Now I have to pay for the mistake I didn't do. I spent 20 years in jail. When I finally came out I was 38, already growing grey hair. My family and friends set me up .