Chapter 2 Defendants

The trigger was pulled, and in my half-blindness, the shell flew through the air, placing itself into Mr. Hagberg’s chest. I felt sick, and knew that it was only a matter of time before he died. I had the gun in my hands, but before I could turn it on myself, my dad had tossed it out of my hands, and rushed over to Mr. Hagberg, who was bleeding horribly, making the grass swim in red. My mind shut down, and the only thing I thought was that I was going to jail…………………….
The next thing I knew, I was in a cell, and those men had come.

So, now, as I walked down that dark, yet dimly lit hallway, cells with men wasting away on either side, and low, round, yellow lights barely lighting the hallway, I remembered that whole scene. I kept to myself even more now, and maybe it was just the fact that I didn’t want to give myself away, but it was also because, really, I have always been shy. You might never have known that if you read something I wrote, though. I don’t know why it’s easier to talk to people when I can’t see them, especially when they’re reading something that I’ve written in the past.