Innocent Prisoners

The clang of the judge’s hammer echoes in your ears, sealing your fate. Twelve months. Prison.
Standing in the small room, the scent of stale air and disinfectant fills your nostrils. You fiddle with your fingers, the rough fabric of your dress a stark contrast to the designer clothes your family wears as they enter.
“Oh dear,” your father says, pulling you into a hug. Tears finally flow as you sob into his suit, the reality crashing down. “I don’t want to go to p-prison.”
Your mother strokes your hair. “Daisy, darling. You have to. Think of our family.”
Anna, your sister, adds softly, "Hey! Don't be so selfish Daisy! It's either you or me and you know I won't survive in that place but you can because you're so brave and strong."
You look at them, helpless. "B-but, I d-didn't even d-do anything."
Anna forces a smile. "I'm really sorry about not being so nice to you. You know I love you right?"
Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes. “I’ll do it. I’ll go to prison.”
A wave of relief passes over their faces. They hug and kiss you, telling you how proud they are, before the officer returns to take you away, leaving you alone with the chilling uncertainty of what awaits.