A Portrait of Illusionary Justice

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Our unnamed narrator is the main character of our story.
She is out in the middle of a forest in Upstate New York by herself, writing in the journal her late brother had bought her to get a rise out of her.

Now, years after her brother's death she is still unable to cope with his unjust and brutal murder and even worse the sickening trial that justified his murder.

Her family is devastated and is broken after his murder.Our narrator/main character blames the cops, police procedurals and the justice system. She struggles with his loss everyday, while requiring closure, learning to cope and seeking justice--however she is unable to find what she is looking for anywhere regardless of what avenue she tries out. She begins questioning justice,it's nature and its existence. Our narrator comes to seriously doubt the legal system and the positions of victim and offender in society. As our story progresses her dealing with the death of her brother becomes more erratic and more painful, leading to her own destruction.

The story takes place through her thoughts, her perception and conception of the world, her writing in her journal and includes minimal dialogue between other characters. So it is mostly stream of consciousness narration. I originally wanted to make it in first person, but this narration allowed me to thoroughly access her feelings, thoughts, and link the story in a linear plane. (sort of). Instead of learning about the story from other perspectives, we learn the story through her and only her perspective.

I have to be honest, it is going to be an unconventional, sad, and morbid story with a lot of anguish. So, be aware I guess.
I am going to try to post a new chapter every week, it would be amazing to have your input on this!

Table of Contents

The Portrait of Illusionary Justice--HAVEN

Submitted: October 17, 2009

Our unnamed narrator is out in the middle of a forest in Upstate New York by herself, writing in the journal her late brother had bought her to get a rise out of her.

Now, years after her brother's death she is still unable to cope with his unjust and brutal murder and even worse the sickening trial that justified the murder. Her family is devastated and is broken after his murder. She is still seeking justice and is unable to find it anywhere regardless of what avenue she has sought out. She questions justice,it's nature and if it exists, she seriously doubts the legal system and the positions of victim and defender.

The story takes place through her thoughts, her writing in her journal and minimal dialogue. Read Chapter

The Pink Journal

Submitted: December 22, 2009

CHAPTER 2 The Pink Journal Arriving at my sacred and secret haven, my temple after much labor—it welcomed me. The sun was in it... Read Chapter

Why Does it Always Rain on Me?

Submitted: December 27, 2009

CHAPTER 3 Why Does it Always Rain on Me? I titled today's entry: “Why does it always rain on me?” Then I thought to myself an... Read Chapter

Each to Her Own

Submitted: January 03, 2010

CHAPTER 4 Each to Her Own In the middle of the forest, surrounded by fields of wild daisies, weeds and just solid earth. My last ... Read Chapter

A Voice Lost

Submitted: January 10, 2010

CHAPTER 5 A Voice Lost Being alone, (although I should be used to that feeling by now. It's been years since he has been for... Read Chapter

Narration and Oration

Submitted: January 19, 2010

CHAPTER 6 Narration and Oration I wanted to dedicate this chapter for my dear Susan. Mistressofwordplay: She has been so genuine ... Read Chapter

Life's Autumn

Submitted: January 24, 2010

CHAPTER 7 Life's Autumn Author's Note: Paul, this is dedicated to you for all you have helped me with my writing. Thank you. ... Read Chapter

Last Sun

Submitted: January 31, 2010

CHAPTER 8 Last Sun “I remember that day so vividly. How can I even dare to forget? It plays in my head as my only escape. It's ... Read Chapter

Fulfilled Promise

Submitted: February 07, 2010

CHAPTER 9 Fulfilled Promise I relived that horrendous and glorious day in every possible way. There were no words to describe how... Read Chapter

Submitted: February 13, 2010

CHAPTER 10 Forbidden The squirrel from earlier came closer to me now and looked at me. The little animal glared at me awkwardly. ... Read Chapter

Mother

Submitted: February 14, 2010

CHAPTER 11 MOTHER I chuckled sarcastically at myself. I pursed my lips together and exhaled sharply like someone just dug a sharp... Read Chapter

BLEAK

Submitted: February 17, 2010

 CHAPTER 12 BLEAK For purposes of not losing train of thought and the overwhelming pain at my core I wrote without a b... Read Chapter

BONDS

Submitted: February 18, 2010

CHAPTER 13 BONDS Time passes through quickly in a blank. Sometimes it is a dread. It lags. Or, maybe it's me that's lagging behind ti... Read Chapter

Purposeless

Submitted: February 19, 2010

CHAPTER 14 Purposeless I looked around me and that tiny, absurd little squirrel was staring at me. Great, even an animal was now pity... Read Chapter

Dead Mother

Submitted: February 20, 2010

CHAPTER 15 Dead Mother By the time I got home, it had been well into the night and my mom as usual was hanging aro... Read Chapter

Politics

Submitted: February 21, 2010

CHAPTER 16 Politics On my flight to New York City from my home instead of working on the proposal that I was suppose to present i... Read Chapter

My Imperfect Family

Submitted: February 22, 2010

CHAPTER 17 MY IMPERFECT FAMILY Shortly after our father died—due to natural causes—we were living below the poverty line... Read Chapter

Political Theory

Submitted: February 23, 2010

CHAPTER 18 POLITICAL THEORY I had a theory and I am sure if I actually sat down and did the math it would prove itself. In my yea... Read Chapter

New York City

Submitted: March 03, 2010

CHAPTER 19 New York City The flight back home had been unusual. I thought about ridiculous stuff. My hypothesis was that my mind ... Read Chapter

GHOST

Submitted: March 05, 2010

Chapter 20 GHOST I couldn't bear to be away from our special place in the forest, from everything that reminded me of him. I wouldn't... Read Chapter

MALNUTRITION

Submitted: March 06, 2010

CHAPTER 21 MALNUTRITION I came home early in the afternoon and I was mentally exhausted. I was exhausted of thinking for solution... Read Chapter

GLASS

Submitted: March 10, 2010

CHAPTER 22 GLASS After a day at the hospital filled with tests, medicines and check-ups they allowed me to take my mother home. I w... Read Chapter

DEPARTURE

Submitted: March 11, 2010

CHAPTER 23 DEPARTURE Even though I delayed my departure, I had to go to New York City for work and this time around I was uncomfo... Read Chapter

Kicked Words

Submitted: March 12, 2010

CHAPTER 23 KICKED WORDS Time passed like always and autumn was in full bloom. Leaves had turned from green to somber yellow, oran... Read Chapter

MISTRESS

Submitted: March 13, 2010

CHAPTER 25 MISTRESS This place was my haven, as always welcomed me. I felt like a mistress of a castle coming back home after a l... Read Chapter

MORTIFICATION

Submitted: March 15, 2010

CHAPTER 26 MORTIFICATION By the time I reached him I saw a familiar face holding on to him. Time of my mortification had arrived.... Read Chapter

IMP

Submitted: March 16, 2010

IMP I took a good look at him, he was smiling and laughing. His life was jolly. He had a Porsche under him, his designer clothes, his... Read Chapter

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