Journal #8 Chapters: 29-31 Perspective: Boo Radley

I have spent so many years in this old house and I couldn't take it any longer. I had to see the outside again. I waited until my dad went out to get some groceries and I decided to go out for a walk. It was dark so my eyes would do fine and no one would be able to see me and go and tell my dad that I was out. All of a sudden, I just herd a lot of screaming and ran to go and see where it was coming from. It sounded like those kids of Atticus's that I used to watch play strange games and one time had a fishing rod with a piece of paper in it in front of the house. I soon ran to the corner where the screaming was coming from. I think that most people wouldn't have been able to see what was going on but I was used to the dark and being able to see things in the dark. There was a guy with a knife trying to stab Atticus's kids with the knife by the time I got to the middle of the street where they were, the man was trying to choke Atticus's little girl and I pulled him off of her. He had a good hold of the boys arm so the only thing I could do was grab the knife from him and stab him. If I had done anything else, he would have killed the little boy I just had to do something to stop him and nothing else would. The last thing I ever wanted to do was kill some one. I am very glad that the sheriff won’t tell the town about what I had done. He is a very nice man and he knows that I like to keep to myself and my family would go crazy if people came by dropping off food. My dad doesn’t even know I was out of the house and he never will. If he finds out, he’ll beat me until I can’t feel a bone in my body. I know that a lot of people wonder why I never come out and the real reason is because my dad simply won’t let me. He says that there’s a lot of evil in the world that I really don’t need to be exposed to which makes no since because he allows my brother and the rest of the family exposed to the evil. Also, I think that I’m old enough to make my own decisions but he’s kept me in the old, dark, evil looking house for so long, I don’t think I would know how to live in the world. I can’t even go out in the day time because my eyes and skin aren’t used to the extremely bright sun. My biggest fear is when I get older and my dad and brother are gone. I’ll have no way to get food, water, cloths and basic necessities, I can’t drive, I don’t know my way around, and I’m not able to go out in the sun light. I won’t be able to get a wife because woman want good and working me and I don’t know how to do anything. I think my dad is hurting my life more than he’s helping it, I mean I’m a grown man but it’s like I’m still a little kid that isn’t accustomed to the outside world. For now, I’m just going to hope and prey that Atticus’s son, I think Jem was his name, gets better and his arm heals as good as it was before all of this happened. I’d also like to see Scout again she is one nice little girl she’s never seen me before in my life, yet she was talking to my as if she had known me her whole life. I still don’t understand how she knew that it was me standing against the wall because she’s never seen me but I guess God told her. I also don’t know why at first, she called me Boo and Atticus had to correct her I wonder where she came up with a name like that. Oh well it must be a kid thing or something. Oh yeah one more thing it really surprised me to see how dark all those people are I mean I know they call themselves white but their skin isn’t white at all now white skin is my skin. Well I guess it could be because they get way more sunlight than I ever had since I was a teenager. Okay I have to go before my dad or my brother catch me up this late, goodnight.