I should have fucking killed him. I should have picked up the pistol and aimed in the middle of his eyes. I dont ...i dont know why I didnt. I dont why I still believe everything I see. (sobs)
"Maam, it time for you to drop now, would you want a lawyer", asked the Policeman who held my hands staring at the dry blood in my cuffs.
No, I dont want a fucking lawyer, I thought in my head, I saw his finger move he is supposed to be dead.
I wished they would let me go to make sure he was fucking dead. (sobs)
I could remember all their faces, the screams and the times we jumped as if we were runaway kids in summer (sobs). But now I am in a shithole that is going to keep on coming back to me.
I was brought back to reality by a woman who was handling me Orange sheet, i thought they were sheet but it was prison costumes, they had stains that were yellow and black at some spots.
My mind didnt mind what I was wearing, it was regretting for not making sure a bullet didnt go through his eyes.