Life, your honor.

-He lived in a tough environment. Since birth, he never felt comfort nor love. Your honor, let me tell you the horror experienced by this man standing before you.

His mother didn’t want him. He was a mistake to her, Since his birth, she neglected him. By the age of 4, she would leave him alone at home. His father is mentally disturbed. He never showed him any love. He would beat him up whenever he gets the chance, like it’s one of his favorite things to do aside from drinking alcohol all day long.

Your honor, this man, this unloved uncared for man lived his life in the streets. The dark roads showed him love and raised him. Life hurt him, he cried every night before he sleeps until it didn’t hurt him anymore until he got used to it. By the age of 16 he was tough enough to never cry again but it came with a price. At that age, he lost that bit of innocence he had left when he used his first dose of cocaine. Along with his criminal record, violence toward others and abusing his classmates. That was it. At that age, he lost it all. He wasn’t a teenager. He was a cursed man. Cursed by life, by his parents and by the devil himself who wanted his soul so badly that he taught him how to spread the evil he received when he was young.

Your honor, it’s not over yet. At the age of 18, he craved for a positive feeling, the most beautiful feeling of all: LOVE. He saw this couple walking down the streets holding hands and he said to himself « that could be me ».  He tried. He once saw this beautiful girl at the train and tried to talk to her but she mocked him and laughed. There was this other one who was scared of him and ran; this other girl told him she would scream if he wouldn’t leave her alone.

He was tired your honor. This man standing before you was unloved his whole life. When he reached the age of 29, he started to be driven away by his hormones, his instinct which wanted passion and tenderness. It wasn’t his fault. Life taught him that if he wants something he could have it by force. Those years of pain gave him power which he used to get what he wanted.

It was love, your honor, he wanted love. After those years of pain, he wanted to rest. He wanted to express himself. It was life, your honor, life is to blame for the rape that occurred that night, not him. Who would judge his parents? Who would  judge what he has been through? Who would judge life itself? But most importantly, who is to blame here? Circumstances, consequences and the human nature are to blame, not him.