Saturday, 4th December 2015
Dearest Friend,
Hearing the news Thursday made me do a double drop to the floor; there really was no more that I could take. But this time I didn’t feel saddened, obviously, but really relieved.
At that moment I thanked my lucky stars that my family and I didn’t have to go through with the court procedure; I’m sure it would have torn us all apart… What’s even more relieving is that young Cindy didn’t have to go through interrogation!
Upon hearing this news we all went our separate ways – Mum hurried back to Sligo, me to Galway to pick up where I left off in my course and M.I. and Cindy stayed with a family friend in Dublin.
About the police catching Him, he was found in his home in Sligo and arrested immediately, which probably would have been Wednesday evening time.
I imagine Him meeting his legal “defendant” that his options now appeared very slim and was suggested to plead guilty in receiving a lesser sentence…
It’s obvious that he was acutely aware of how the jury would have gathered the picture if Cindy, a child, were to appear on trial and his injustice to be multiplied by the voting decision.
I believe his sentencing can be more if witnesses were to bring forward their evidence, or at least pointing out that he indeed did baby sit her on a number of occasions and my hearing Cindy cry while he lay on top of her on the bed.
Then again, He was clever enough to make that crafty decision and have the final call.
Had He not, it would certainly look bad that he ran and it would cause doubt in the judge finding him not guilty…
If you’re wondering, I’ve gathered this knowledge from a number of sources in speaking about the trial, but what’s for certain is that He didn’t hand himself over – I doubt he did this without a fight – and plead guilty out of the goodness of his heart!
As I’ve said, I’m already back in college but I’m in no shape to do assignments or do some heavy research involved.
I just decided to go in yesterday because I need an environmental distraction from the four walls of my bedroom, if that makes sense.
It’s often nice to see my classmates and take heed of the banter, but I especially don’t care for their need to get wasted and other such facades that they would put on in groups…
Whenever I hear someone being bitchy or gossiping about the other, I tend to leave the lunch table in a huff and have the need to get away from that pettiness. They talk of problems; God, they really haven’t a clue what their talking about!
As if not getting laid and suffering from a hangover was really something to complain about…
Sometimes people don’t realize how good they have it; in fact, how lucky some people are to have those social outlets and put a blind eye on the world around them.
The truth is, I have every opportunity to follow along but weed and alcohol doesn’t work for me as a release; if anything, it makes me more emotional and I’m sure an embarrassment for the people around me.
So, instead I speak to my closest friends, who are more than enough to satisfy me, or retreat into reading, writing and evening walks with my music as outlets.
They aren’t typical habits like everyone else has, I know that, but these intellectual pleasures work for me as my coping mechanism.
Please don’t judge me as being anti-social, but rather see me as the true motivated student I am; pushing myself to be self-educated, aware and to be worth more than from the circumstances that sadly let me down.
That sounds harsh, but everyone has their own aims in reshaping their adult lives!
Yours, Jay.