"Jake, you can't. You don't understand. I need you to do this for me," he pleaded. "If I am found guilty they will punish me with something really bad."
"Yes I understand! This is involuntary manslaughter combined with robbery. They could use practically every punishment in the books!"
He began to sob. I couldn't look at him, he was too pitiful. I knew what was right and what must be done, and yet part of me wanted to do what was best for my friend. Before I could change my mind, I began to write my description of the awful scene that had been played out in Olly's mind. As I wrote, I did my best to drown out his cries for exculpation.
"Please, Jake. Please. I swear I won't ever get involved with anything like this again. You can't do this. You just can't."
His blubbering grew louder as I finished my description. I turned away and began to walk toward the door, but before I left I heard him whisper his final lament.
"Please."
I paused a brief moment, my hand resting on the handle. I closed my eyes to prevent the tears that had begun to well in my eyes from running down my face.
"I am sorry," I mumbled.
And with that I turned the handle and walked back down the grey halls. I placed the write up on a counter to be given to an official who would examine my writings alongside any evidence found. I began to run, wanting to get as far away from that room as possible. I couldnǯt help but imagine the terrors that could befall upon him.
Weeks later, I sat in front of the judge's seat, waiting for his return. It had been quite a while that the justices had been conferring and mulling all of the information they had heard over. There was a lot to consider in a case like this. I had begun to become fidgety when the judge finally went to his place at the podium. I sat anxiously, waiting to hear the verdict.
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