Journal #7 Chapters 25-28 Mr. Ewell

I am DEAD. I still haven’t gotten my revenge on Atticus. Man I had his kids in my reach, they were in my hands, but then it all went away when the stranger came. I planned it all out, I had them at the school, waited, followed them, and I had them, but the stranger came and killed me. He took my knife and stabbed me with it. I ended up under the tree lying there, DEAD. I hate Atticus so much, I should have just killed him myself. But ended up going after his kids. That old man probably knew that old stranger. I probably should have just killed them instead of beating them up because of all their screams, probably made the stranger know what was happening. I still ended up dead and not getting my complete revenge. I hate it so much when you can’t complete your revenge on some one. It makes it so you are never satisfied, and I will never be satisfied after he humiliated me in front of the town. I will never unless I cause him so much emotional pain that he will never want to live ever again. Now I can’t because I am dead. I hate this so much. I tried so hard to get it, he is just too good. I hate it, now I can’t get revenge on him, or Judge Taylor. I am dead an there is nothing I can do about it. I was allegedly the person that was at Judge Taylor’s house, but no one knows yet. The inconveniences made me seem like I am a bad person. I had never consented to that, but I know that it’s true. I was going to persecute anyone that believed it, but I didn’t because it would make me look worse. The assessment of this was killing me. But I was hating this.