I stand up. It was a matter of time before they noticed me anyway. I'm a ticking time bomb of nerves. "I would like to say something, your honor." I can feel everyone's eyes on me now. Sweat drips down my face. "And who might you be?" I gulp. "I'm your suspect, and I think you'd like to hear me out. If that's okay." The room gasped and the prosecutor's eyes widened.