To kill a mocking bird #9 Scout's prespective

It was dark out.  I was disappointed but t0 tired to think about what happened to me at the pageant.  I was thinking about how my teacher said I ruined the play.  I didn't think I had that big of a part.  Jem and I started walking out.  We walked a little and than I forgot that I had left my shoes.  I looked back and Jem reassured me that I would get my shoes back.  My costume was so tight and the chicken wire would sometimes stab my arms and legs as I moved.  I did have two whole slots to look through so it was okay. 

I couldn't see a thing.  But Jem said I was glowing because there was shiny paint.  We walked and it was silent.  I couldn't tell exactly what direction we were taking but it seemed as if Jem allegedly knew where we were.  Suddenly Jem stopped and I stopped.  He told me that he had heard footsteps.  We  agreed that it was probably Cecil and we were going to either try to scare him or yell out things about him.  Jem had a look of Apprehension on his face.  We walked some more and I heard it.  I stopped and yelled Cecil is a big wet hen!  No reply.  I was scared now but Jem was always aware and I felt safe with him just like I felt with Atticus.   Soon we reached the road.  

We heard loud footsteps.  Quick taps against the ground.  Jem yells to run.  I try and try but I lose balance and fall.  The footsteps got louder and I heard a loud cling like swords hitting each other.  At this point I knew it was real.  The Mesh was falling apart.  I heard Jem huffing and puffing and I could smell whiskey.  There were loud screeches from what sounded like an old man and Jem.  I was scared but everything was blurry.  I felt like I was looking through a telescope.  I was narrow visioned.  Everything was blurry.  I saw movement in the shadows.  I than heard Jem yelp and than it went silent.  Footsteps towards me.  I felt rough hands constrict me.  The arms slowly applied pressure.  Suddenly there was a jerk.  the strangling stopped.  The next thing that I knew there was a person holding Jem and was stumbling towards the house.  I made it to the house and Aunt Alexandra took the costume off of me.  She called Dr. Reynolds and Atticus called Heck Tate.  

I thought that Jem was dead but Aunt Alexandra and Dr. Raymond informed me that this was not true.  This was inevitable from the beginning we shouldn't have been alone in the dark coming home from school.  We were an easy target to whoever it was.  We were all Atticus had and if someone killed us and got away with it Atticus would be left with nothing.  Although it was inconvenient that I couldn't run away from the killer because of my costume but it was convenient because my costume saved me and I probably couldn't run as fast as this man.  I wouldn't say that it was improbable or probably for this to happen.  Who ever it was, they weren't trying to just kill us it was part of getting at Atticus because no one in the right mind would kill a child for something that wasn't a big deal.