November 10, 2008

The second half of the trial was hard for me, emotionally and physically. Even though it happened yesterday, Phil told me I should still write down everything that happened. He said it's healthy that I keep journaling often.

So, the trial… yea, it wasn't fun. They had me better restrained this time, and a special guard on standby in case I go unstable again. I felt like a circus animal.

A lot of evidence that wasn't able to be shown yet was brought up this time. And, the other two boys showed up. Phil told me he would 'take care of it' when they didn't show the first time. It makes me wonder what he did to get them to come?

So most of the trial was simply reviewing what had already happened. The attorney guy that I hurt the last time refused to continue on this trial, so they sent in the District Attorney instead. And with my luck, it was another man. I was crossing my fingers it would be a woman who could better relate to me, but nope.

So I'll really just skip to the important parts, as the rest is really just boring and dull arguing with me on the stand. So it actually got to a point where Phil brought out a small TV on a stand and played a video. I don't know how he got it, but it was footage of my attack. I didn't even see any cameras around that area… But I'm going to try and quote him the best I can.

Phil had called one of the boys to the stand, Andy Hammel, to the stand. He had the same exact story as Jeffery.

"Well that's awful funny…" Phil had said with a sarcastic tone, one hand loosely hanging out of his pants pocket. "Because your friends Jeffery Daniels and Roger Moore said the exact same thing. Word for word, even." He looked towards the jury and then back at Andy who sat nervously in his seat.

"It's because it's true!" Andy defended harshly.

"Oh, I bet it is!" Phil continued with his sarcastic tone. "Your Honor, I would like to present a piece of evidence to the court." He looked up at the Judge with a stern, and calm face. I knew then, he had something vital, something that would change everything from then on out.

The judge nodded and gave Phil the OK before the Court Clerk wheeled out a TV and VCR while Phil produced a video cassette. He put the tape in the VCR and presented the screen to the court. "Here is actual footage of the attack itself. Now, if you look here…" he pointed to a girl on the screen, "there is Lilith. And if you continue watching, you'll notice four boys shove her into the alley. That is my first piece of proof that these boys are lying. Now, if you continue to watch, you'll see…" And he continued, on and on and on, until the gruesome video was over and the screen turned to static. He made a point in the video to point out Andy stabbing me, and Roger filming everything on his phone, and dumping said phone in the dumpster behind him. I couldn't bear to watch any of it, but I couldn't keep myself from listening.

"But we found Roger's phone, actually. In perfect condition, which made it incredibly easy to pull that footage from his camera phone, which I will now present as well." Phil took out the first tape and put in the second one. I again, couldn't bear to watch, yet was forced to listen.

When it was over, I took a glance at Andy who had tears in his eyes, but they weren't sad. They were fearful. Phil took note of that and came close to Andy once again. "Not so funny anymore, is it? So you all had roles, didn't you? You kept her in check, Jeffery-"

The District attorney stood, quickly. "Your Honor, is Lilith Lokidottir on trial, or is Andy Hammel?"

The judge gave Phil a look, and Phil understood and backed away. "No, Andy isn't on trial, but judging by this footage, this is nothing more than self defense from Lilith's end." He announced it, his voice booming and giving me chills. "In actuality, Andy Hammel and his friends should be the ones on trial! Not the rape victim!" He calmed himself and straightened his suit jacket. "The defense rests."

The District Attorney requested a short recess which was granted. Phil took me outside to relax until we were due back. I guess the people decided to change their mind.

The request was that I be sent to Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters if found 'not guilty'. If I'm found guilty, I have to remain in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s care until I have absolute control of my powers. When I do, I would be reexamined to see if I am safe to be out in the world amongst people again. They argued about how I'm not a mutant, but I am gifted and sending me there would better improve myself and allow me to safely practice my abilities among people who would not judge me as much. To me, the deal was very fair. I was alright with either outcome.

The jury was sent to make a decision, and after three hours and twelve minutes, the reached a verdict.

Not. Guilty.

They found me innocent, and at that realization, I tried to jump up and hug Phil-but I quickly remembered that I was cuffed and that was very impossible, so he just hugged me instead.

So, I get sent to the school in about three days. Phil brought me all of my old clothes today and said he'll help me pack tomorrow. I'm actually really excited for this. I get to meet people like me, now. But technically, they aren't, because I'm not a mutant… I guess I'm nervous about that.

I'll try to remember to keep writing while I'm there. Maybe this is the new start I need?

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