I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel when I am in the same room as the guy who killed my father. Yet somehow I needed to be there... Even if me and my sister were waiting for up to 3 hours in the courtroom. We were the spectators just as everyone else was in the room... it was weird that I couldn't have my mobile in the courtroom with me... but I understand the rules regarding stuff like that. It's legality reasons, and privacy, etc, etc.
It's just seeing the worst side of humanity in that very room made me want to cry... yet I couldn't, all I did was kept stimming.