Leah sat in the cell quietly. Her throat was burning and soar from having been screaming for over an hour. "It wasn't me", "I didn't do it". The two phrases had been repeated too many times to count. Now, Leah sat and silently planned. She planned an escape. She planned what she would do afterward, find who had framed her. That was easier said than done. Honestly, Leah didn't have many enemies, if any at all. She was usually quiet and shy. The eighteen year old girl had never shown any signs of aggression, much less shown signs of being a murderer. Why hadn't her alibi checked out though? She had been at the store for ten minutes and when she came back, she found blood pooling at the bottom of the stairs in her home. At the top of her stairs, she found her older sister's body. But neighbors had seen her leave. Why didn't anyone believe her? Leah looked up as the cell door opened.