I don't know how I got here, but I know it isn't good. I stand in front of a jury, an all white jury, for running away. My body shakes with fear, and I can't think about anything but death. Death. Death. Death. Repeats in my head over and over again. How could I have been so stupid as to believe I could run away? Micheal was somewhere else, most likely dead, and it was my fault. Oh dear lord forgive me for what I have done. My life was over and I never meant to kill anyone, certainly not the man I loved. That was the first time I have ever admitted that I love Micheal, and now he would never know.
"Please rise" the officer states to the court room as the judge walks in.
I rise cautiously, but I know if I don't I will punished even more.
"You are standing here today to discover your punishment of running away" barks the judge in my direction while I try to hold back tears.
"Do you wish to defend yourself" asked the judge in a mocking voice.
I nod my head and a "Yes" escaped my mouth.
The judge gives me a questionable look as if taken aback from actually answering.
I really like how you have what's going on inside the guys head and what people are saying around him I thought that was a really unique style of writing.
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