Hate Crimes-Personal Narrative

“Click clack click clack.” my footsteps echoed throughout the dark damp jail cell. I stood against the wall and slid down. I heard muffled sounds of car engines and talking. My breath stopped. A line of cars came rumbling down the road, one after another. My heart started pounding. Beads of sweat started rolling down my forehead. I sat there silently all alone in a dark cell wanting to end my life in that moment. They were coming for me. I said it over and over. There was no hope. In the next moments I would be punished for a crime I had not committed. Those white men were going to kill me.
“Mayella!” I said as I gritted my teeth. I jerked my head. Her loneliness and abuse by her reckless father was causing me to die. “No!” My voice quivered I wasn’t ready to die. My family, friends life, would be gone, all gone. Taken away from me by those white men. I looked through the bars of the jail cell once again. The men had
I could get out and run away while the mob of men was distracted. I walked over to the door and inspected it. It's cold metal feel sat in my hand. There was no use. The door was locked and I had no way out. Suddenly I became angry. I threw my fist down and kicked at the air. Mayella Ewell had done this. “Argh” I growled. Just couldn't take it. I hadn’t done anything and I had told the truth yet her again a white man's word was being taken over mine, a black fellow who was nothing more than a defeated negro. I turned around and saw the circle of men. One of them was in the middle. I squinted my eyes and looked hard. It couldn’t be. Mr. Cunningham. Scout had pulled him into the middle and was talking to him. Soon enough she was done and Mr. Cunningham turned towards the the circle and waved his hands. They slumped their shoulders and retreated to their cars. I stood there in shock. I couldn’t breath, or move. My body was frozen and numb. A little girl no older than 10 had stopped a mob of men from killing