Bob Ewell Monologue

Five months had passed since the day I took Bob Ewell’s life. Mr. Tate and Atticus did not tell anyone about my involvement; according to them Jem defended himself and Scout, knocking him onto his own knife before collapsing in the dirt. Because of Scout’s rectangular field of vision and panicked haze, she could not accurately describe what happened and contentedly settled with Mr. Tate’s story. The court case came and went without much difficulty. With no opposing side to the tragedy, the jury ruled Bob Ewell’s death accidental. To the people of the town, Bob’s death became nothing more than last month’s gossip. The last whispers of his name faded into the wind. Life carried on as usual in the quaint town of Maycomb, Alabama. I, on the other hand, had no such luxury. Every night, every waking moment burned with the blood on my hands. Sometimes I saw the blood, Bob Ewell’s blood, dripping from my fingertips. I scrubbed my hands raw, but it never came off. I heard his staggered, dying breaths coming from my own chest, and I felt the cool metal of the knife between my ribs. The knife never moved from the kitchen table, but I never remembered that during the flashbacks. I couldn’t remember if I had cleaned it since …show more content…
Scout came outside with Dill almost daily after Miss Rachel legally adopted him. I almost felt jealous of him. He finally had a place he could truly call home after a life of never quite belonging. Months passed before I ever saw Jem outside. When he did appear in the sun, he sat in a wheelchair and had a certain way of moving that suggested his brain had been damaged beyond repair. Nevertheless, I always saw Scout and Dill playing with Jem and helping him learn how to return to his former self. When the horrors in my mind proved too much to bear, I went to my spot by the window and just watched them. The love they shared warmed my heart when nothing else