"Do you feel remorse?"
His lips parted slightly he taps his foot against the floor getting lost in the rhythm as the fabric of time itself slips through his fingers. It was often times the killer found himself trapped in his own thoughts, he had grown quite accustomed to this, other's his age chattered among friends whereas the killer just became engulfed in thought. He was by definition one of a kind, the leader to his own pack and he loved it.
My mother's strong but loving hands urged me forward as my eyes took in the sight of pews, lined all the way to the back of the room. The doctors had just unbandaged my face and sight was something my eyes had yet to adjust to, the scornful glares and jeers directed towards me didn't matter at that time. Taking in every last second of their faces I hummed as their words are drowned out by my own melody.
"Jefferey Woods?"
My gaze adjusted to the Judge who stood behind a large raised desk. Wordlessly I accept the request, no, the demand. I rise from my seating as my sneakers squeal against the wooden floor as I drag them to the stand. I remember scanning the crowd full of astonishment and just anger- hah! As if I was fazed by all their talk, really, who's the real winner here?
"Jeffery Woods do you plead guilty to two second degree murders of Randy and Troy?"
"I plead guilty." I stated with a smile.
My mother bolted up into a standing position," Please! My son is on painkillers- he's just speaking from the drugs."
One by one the families of Randy, Keith, as well as Troy stood up shouting accusations as well as pointing their fingers at me. The judge clear's his throat and slams the wooden hammer down.
"Order in the court!"
A hush had fallen over the crowd before the judge had dared turn his attention back to me. His weary eyes met mine as he opened his mouth to speak but for a moment nothing came out. Was he frightened of me? Hell if I knew, but when he did speak he seemed unsure of himself. I can barely care to repeat the words that left his mouth, hours of grueling trials went by but we were right back where we had started.
My mother's hand's returned to my body as she forced me forward, even for a just a moment we had paused to look at her. By then it was too late she had already spoken.
"You little monster, what did you do to my baby?" She practically screams at me, a mixture of eyeliner and mascara mixing with tears as they trail down her face.
"Your little baby hurt my son!" My mother retorts but I had had it.
All this talking had finally got to me, within moments I had filled my mouth with spit and expelled it all at Randy's mother, landing all on her cheek with a splat," My only regret is I didn't kick him under the bus instead of running bitch!" I screech as I kick and throw punches at her.
"No."