The Trap Is Sprung

Shannon stared back at me, gasping for breath. Blood was pooling underneath her head. ‘Amiyah, I’m your grandmother. Why are you trying to kill me?’ Her voice seemed to come from underwater. My mind was numb. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to think. A small crowd soon gathered. An ambulance shot out of the hospital right behind me. Right on the heels of the emergency medical personnel were the police. The rubbernecking onlookers pointed the finger at me and relayed what they heard. They spun a story. I was the heartless culprit. Shannon was the poor grandmother whom, for some reason, I wanted to kill intentionally. I was bundled into the back of a police car. They didn’t put the cuffs on me, just said they needed to take my statement. I knew I was innocent, so I wasn’t afraid of being investigated. But the gaunt and beady-eyed officer who interviewed—no, grilled—me refused to believe me. That was when I realised I’d stepped into Rainey’s trap. She set me up, using h