I am Trayvon Martin. I died at 17. my last screams & cries wasn’t enough to save me. all I had was some skittles & a drink. I did nothing wrong, so why did this man murder me? he called me suspicious & pulled out a gun. aimed it at me & fired. “BOOM!” I fell to my knees & hit the ground. as I took my last breath, my motionless body laid there drowning in a puddle of blood. he claimed he was the vi…ctim. he said it was self-defense. he said I was the aggressor, but he was the one who attacked me. he took my life & has no regret. he walks free & now I’m in a casket, it’s not fair.. I was only 17 with a pack of skittles & a drink, so please tell me why this man had to murder me?
