text: Rooney wakes up before he does and he steps out of his tidy bed immediately as if he has a life to save while desperately trying to save his own from himself. He slept the whole night dressed in a suit in one position. He takes a deep breath, not out of excitement but by being struck by unknown, unfamiliar panic as he had to go to his final trial in the court that uneventful morning. He calls an Uber and as the car runs down the road with in-between traffic, he wants all the things that are traumatic to happen to him. He counts the money to pay the Uber driver before he is about to reach the court, he pays him fast as they reach and runs to the nearest place he can find a cigarette and a drink. He got there early for that sole purpose. He looks at the time to see how much time he has left before the trial starts, it was two hours. He is relieved, he takes a sip directly out of the bottle to subdue the guilt just for a little while as he was aware it will come back. He was guilty of running a car over an eleven-year-old kid and fleeing the scene of the accident. Few days weeks later, he met the parents and what he saw in his eyes was something he was unfamiliar with, the look in their eyes was as if they were looking at someone whose death can only let him live though in pain but just enough to be bearable. The trial starts and the opposing counsel calls him up on the stand and asks him after he takes an oath that if he is guilty. He gets nervous, he has a cloudy flashback of what happened that night, he feels guilty but at exactly that same moment, he wants to hide the most despicable reprehensible act he has committed, also the survival instinct of an animal plays a factor in making him choose to plead not guilty. After the opposing counsel hears what he said, he immediately throws the light on the evidence he hid until he has his words on record. He shows the tape of recording capture by the state’s camera and it clearly proved that he was guilty. The judge sentenced him to death. The reasons were his intoxication while driving on a street that had no prior records of an accident in a seriously long time and the heavier reason for killing an eleven-year-old. Don’t they say smaller coffins are heavier? Rooney closes his eyes and feels an unforeseen satisfaction, he says to himself he deserved it. He thinks a life with knowing what he did is worse than death. He thanks the court. It was a day when the truth was seen, justice somehow prevailed without much struggle, and the entire world titled just a tiny bit, a little to the side of the good.