October 15, 2018: The trial of a murder so horrendous, that it made headlines all across the country, bared the future of the man guilty of the crime.
This story starts the day I was born.
I was born on October 2, 2002. I will be sixteen years of age when the trial starts.
My parents lived in a trailer park off Charleston Highway in Cayce, South Carolina. Cayce was a relatively small town that marked the end of the Charleston Highway that stretched from home to the gorgeous city of Charleston. Cayce was almost the complete opposite of Charleston. Charleston was gorgeous and exciting while Cayce was plain and boring. Cayce was never something special and still really isn’t except that is was right on the outskirts of Columbia, the capital of South Carolina. South Carolina is really the insignificant Carolina out of the two. All of the great musicians went to Charlotte and would never really come to us. It is very rare that mainstream musicians or bands would come around but I was lucky enough to have the greats come to town such as Elton John or Fleetwood Mac. The only downside is that the ticket prices were too expensive because of online streaming services. Concerts are the only way that musicians or bands can really make a living aside from record or merchandise sales.
My father left when I was an infant while my mother got full custody of me from the divorce. My father was never around during my childhood. I never really knew him and that upset me. Wouldn’t it upset you? My mother was the only parent I really had growing up. She is my comfort. She is the reason I live. She is, and will always be, the most important person in my life.