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I looked at Aunt Li, my heart filled with gratitude.
"Why are you helping me?"
Aunt Li smiled and said, "Because I know you shouldn't be locked up here. You have your life, you have your future."
We continued walking until we reached a bus stop.
Aunt Li helped me buy a ticket, and then we waited together for the bus to arrive.
"Where are you going?" Aunt Li asked.
I thought for a moment and replied, "I'm going to find my parents. I want to tell them the truth."
The bus slowly approached, and I took a deep breath before stepping on board. Aunt Li stood on the platform, waving goodbye to me.
"Take care," she called out loudly, "We'll meet again."
I nodded, my heart filled with gratitude and hope.
As the bus slowly pulled away from the platform, I looked back to see Aunt Li's figure gradually disappearing into the night.
Inside the courtroom,
the judge struck the gavel, officially starting the trial.
I stood in court, holding the evidence I had collected.
"Your Honor, I have the hospital's diagnostic report proving that I suffered inhumane treatment during my time in the psychiatric hospital."
My voice was clear and strong.
The Defendant's Lawyer stood up, attempting to refute: "Your Honor, I object; this evidence does not prove anything."
The judge said sternly, "Objection overruled; please play the evidence, Plaintiff."
I played the recording, and silence fell over the courtroom.
......
"You crazy person, you will never leave here." A nurse's voice echoed in the recording.
"No, I am not crazy." My voice was firm and clear.
...
"Your Honor, this recording proves my true experiences in the mental hospital." There was a hint of choking in my voice.
The Defendant's Lawyer attempted to refute, "Your Honor, this recording cannot be accepted as evidence..."
"Your Honor, I have a video!"
Before the Defendant's Lawyer could finish, I played the video, and the atmosphere in the courtroom became even more tense.
...
In the video, I was forcibly held down on the bed by two nurses, their faces devoid of any expression.
"Let me go!" I screamed in the video, struggling.
...
"Your Honor, this video irrefutably proves the abuse I suffered in the mental hospital."
My voice was filled with strength.
The Defendant's Lawyer's argument seemed weak: "Your Honor, this... this video does not prove anything."
I looked at my husband, my eyes filled with rage.
"You not only betrayed our marriage but also tried to control and torment me through the mental hospital. Your actions have far exceeded the boundaries of morality and law."
My husband's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear and panic.
"Your Honor, we request the court to grant the Plaintiff a fair trial." My lawyer stood up, his tone resolute.
The tension in the courtroom reached its peak, all eyes focused on the judge.
I stood at the Plaintiff's Stand, my palms slightly sweaty, my heart pounding like a drum.
The judge cleared his throat, glanced around the courtroom, and then began to announce the verdict.
"After hearing the case, this court finds that the evidence provided by the Plaintiff is sufficient to prove that she suffered unjust treatment during her time in the mental hospital." The judge's voice echoed in the courtroom.
I felt a surge of excitement but was also somewhat nervous, unsure of what would happen next.
"Defendant!"
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