feedback on this introduction to a novel? short?

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Accusation; a word which has progressively detached itself from its meaning due to its iteration in my life, but by dictionary definition it is a formal charge of wrongdoing brought against a person; the act of imputing blame or guilt.
Reminiscing, I now comprehend that the foundation of my chronicle was due to my innate sense of right and wrong. My parents relentlessly used to joke, telling everyone that even before I took my first steps I always stood up for the underdog. The underdog in this occasion, however, I wasn’t prepared to let win this case, even if I was the only thing keeping him from a life of incarceration.
Prior to his trial I would sift through what felt like hundreds of documents, pre-sentencing reports, witness statements, anything I could get my hands on that had a possibility of showing just a glimpse of this defenseless mans innocence and as nothing emerged my frustration grew. There was only one answer… he was guilty of the sullied, bloody murder of a young naive child. I could in no way explain how deceived I felt. He’d lied to me. He’d lied to all of us. He was even going to swear an oath and proceed with this fabricated purity he’d fashioned for himself with me acting as his pawn. I knew I had to avert an acquittal.
The moment in which the foreman of the jury stepped forward to broadcast the anticipated verdict the adrenaline kicked in. I’m willing to divulge in the truth and say fair enough I never gave this man the fair trial he had rights to, heck, I wanted him to get the guilty verdict he warranted. The man was a killer and thus I felt very little remorse for the decision of a mandatory life sentence. In reality I felt as though I had cultivated an almost messiah complex for myself. For weeks I in no way even contemplated the idea that the relations of this client would hold so much power within the world of democracy or that they were so fixed on vengeance. So let’s just say I was bloody shocked when the police came knocking on my door at four in the morning regarding a scheme of theirs.
I am in no way a criminal. I remember skipping an English literature class on one occasion and that is about as scandalous as it gets. But I was seriously doubting they had trekked all the way out just to present me with some flimsy detention notice. This was something serious. My prized deduction skills didn’t fail me either; the police were accompanied by a warrant issuing my abrupt arrest due on the basis I was a prime suspect in a case involving: rape and sexual assault of a 15 year old minor.
I hate liars. I know. Obvious conclusion. What is more important than the conclusion is the path I took to discover the obvious. That was more circuitous and agonizing than you could ever imagine.


Yeah so I was thinking dramatic monologue at first but i guess not :P
Anyway I think Im more going for the idea of it being a narrative introduction for a novel or novellet
 
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