I can only say that not a single person has felt my pain, frustration, and fear. The moment I walked into that courtroom I was dead. Mr. Finch just did his job, that's all you can say. Now, as I sit here and listen, his words just go in and out, in and out like the line of a good ride. All I can do is think, think about what it was like to sit in a room knowing my fate... When I walked into that room I could hear every word said. It was like a classroom, nothing but chatter, chatter, and more chatter. I could feel the eyes of a foreign body examining my every curve, not missing a wrinkle or bump. Even when I sat down I could feel my eyes and the sensation only got worse. To think that I would end up in a courtroom of all places and, worse yet, sitting in a chair that I thought I would only see, which is the chair of the man who is lucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even though I wanted to hear what there was to say, I knew it would just be lies, that was the real reason they were all there. Lies created the process and the only truth will come from me. Why tell a lie before seeing God? There's no point, if you're about to die you might as well put up with everything because in my case the results are all the same. I can only blink and remain faithful. “ Mayella Ewell” I looked up and it was only what I could have imagined, tears and confusion. It would have been nice to know that the girl was so lonely and desperate, there wasn't a white man in this town who would take her. Why me? What did I do to get this kind of attention? Like a rabid dog, it was easy to see that he was lying. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was that a black man raped a white woman. What was the point of even sitting in the middle of a sheet of paper... it was death, my way or their way and I'd rather go my way. A voice interrupted my thoughts, it's Mr. His words are comforting but we both know the end result and that is the death of another black boy. Even if Mr. Finch tells me we have a chance, I can't listen to him because it's just a fact that I'm a dead man and there's no change. Either I will die next to the chair or I will die trying to reach freedom and that is the truth. I could only nod as Mr. Finch walked out because I knew that in truth he feels just like me, the only difference is that I am not equipped to fight this battle. This battle which is one-sided and already won. All I can do is run, run and hope I run fast enough." STOP", "DON'T MOVE", "What do we do, shoot or let the police take him", "Let's fire two warning shots" then we have to do the our job" "It's a shame to kill a Mockingbird "