Why? It's  a question everyone asked to themselves. What did I do wrong? Another question everyone asks to themselves. This is what I am thinking to myself now. "The universe chose me, out of billions of people, to get arrested for a crime I didn't commit." I am just a normal 23 year old named Jonathan, what's so special about that. I don't deserve to be sitting in this police car with handcuffs on me. I can't believe the police officer thought I had done this. I am mad at myself and at the universe as well. I just had to walk down that alley the same moment these "thugs" we're running away from an officer. How could he think I was one of them? I would never murder specially without reason. How could the universe do this to me. I would probably have to spend my whole life in prison. I'm the one being blamed and taking place for those thugs. They're supposed to be where I am right now, in this car feeling guilty, while I'm here in this car feeling so innocent. I never want to hear the word guilty, especially when it's pointed toward me. If I was free from these cuffs and free from this car and only was able to do one action, I would murder those thugs. And then it would be fair to say I am guilty. But right now, all I did was take a stroll in the night that led up to this.