My name is Malcolm. I am 17 years old. I am a high school senior. I am dead.The news says I was shot, unarmed, because the police officer thought I was a robbery suspect. There are no witnesses or cameras. It is my word against his; and my voice is silent. My mom cries every day. My girlfriend, Tianna, doesn't want to sing anymore. My community wants to riot. I want my life back.I may be dead, but I can still see and hear. I can also make people sense...