My first FanFic. One Shot. Please read and review!
The End of the Ewell Man
I never liked the bright places, even as a child. I prefer the dark things in life, though the many things the town said about me were untrue. But memories hit hard, and I can do nothing to stop them. They are crowded in my mind, dark place after dark place.
The feelings never left, now that I think about it. I'm an old man now, and old Mr. Ewell is long forgotten.
Ugh, the harsh wooden handle of my mother's favorite kitchen knife, the pulsating vibrations of a dying man's heart, and the look of drunken shock etched upon his face. Unforgettable.
I never forgot Robert E. Lee Ewell. We grew up together, went to school around the same time. He was a few grades higher than I, and I never finished third grade. I was needed at home, to stay in the dark.
Now he is dead and buried. Probably unrecognizable, if he decided to come back to life.
He was a role model, impeccable, with a new girl every week and a clique of friends. We could not help but admire the boy.
And I killed him.
Those children . . . they were smart. I admire them. They taught what couldn't be said in words.
But I killed him.
Guilt is a powerful beast – it never leaves.
Now I am dying, and no one will care enough to come to the funeral. I buried my head in my hands and wept in the face of it all. But weeping is never the answer.
I could feel the coldness in my bones, and I shuddered. I knew my life would be over soon. My heart fluttered a little in my chest, as if to say goodbye to an old friend.
And with that final heart beat, the face of Arthur "Boo" Radley went slack, his mouth hanging open. The mysterious Boo Radley was dead.