Diary entry

July 10th Let me get things straight, there are many stories about me going around and I wanna clarify that they're not true. Well, the things about my past are right, I was part of a so called "gang" with the Cunninghams from Old Sarum. We were arrested by  Mr. Conner and charged for different things, disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, assault and battery, and using abusive and profane language in th presence of a hearing of a female. They wanted to send us to go to the industrial school but my father thought it was like a prison for boys so he took me out of there, he promised that I wouldn't do anything bad. He locked me up in the house.

 I managed to get out of that place one day and suddenly many stories were created. One day I was cutting some items from The Maycomb Tribune to paste in my scrapbook when I don't know why I drove the scissors into my father's leg, next thing I remember is that the sheriff arrived and took me to jail, but then he put me in the courthouse basement, because the jail was full of Negroes.

 They sent me back to my house after some time with my family again and they told me that I would never exit that place again. From that moment the stories about me went even darker, people said that I go out in the night peeking in other people windows, staring at whoever is inside of that house, they also said that I ate raw squirrels and cats. They also said I was 6 foot tall, that I had a scar across my face, and that my teeth were all yellow and rotten. Somedays people just avoid passing in front of the house, the tree that my house has keeps growing fruits and nobody wants to take them. There is also a girl with her brother that comes to the house very often, they look very scared every time. One day they came with another guy, Dill I think I heard they were calling him (that is his name?) and the brother ran to the door touched the door and ran away, it is weird being like this. Ignored. I would like to go outside and talk to other people, I feel so lonely... Not even my father loved me, he just wanted me to be a legend in the town of Maycomb and make me being a fear symbol in every place I go, the only times I can go outside is when everyone is sleeping, I sneak up and go out of my house in my pyjamas and take a look through the neighbours windows and admire what normal people can do and what I would like to do, seeing photos of people having fun are the things that more depress me, seriously, I can't take it anymore, I will kill myself if this keeps going like this. I have think about it many times and I still think it's a possibility, it will be something fast, and hopefully, with no pain at all. Why can't anybody knock the door and ask for me though, I still don't get it. I'm so lonely...