“Alright, but make it quick.” accompanied with an eye roll. As soon as I got to the stand I just said sorry. Again & again & again. To the family, to the friends, to Marie, to everyone I pulled into this mess. I heard a sob, and looked over to the jury. Almost every person there was crying from my apology. They then asked the judge if they could go back out and rethink the outcome. The judge agreed and the jury left the room again. This time they were much quicker, and when they came back in they all seemed pleased.
“Ok, what is the outcome jury.” the judge asked, almost seeming annoyed.
“The outcome….” the rotund man said, trying to create suspense, “is NOT guilty!” The crowd was silent. You could of heard a pin drop. I wasn’t sure I deserved this. Even the judge was surprised.“Well than, thats that.” The judge informed the crowd. Everyone silently milled out of the room. I was then at that point told I could leave. I walked all the way home thinking about what I am supposed to do with my life. I didn't deserve to not be in jail right now. At that moment a thought crossed my head. I would not be harming anyone else, and I am sure many people would be happy if I did. No, I can't, I thought. I saw a bar across the street and walked in, hoping that would raise my attitude. I had several drinks, and the night turned into a blur. At around 3 in the morning, I started walking home. As I was stumbling across the street, I saw bright headlights, and the next thing I knew, the whole world turned into whiteness, and I realized I was dead.