After that, he took his belongings, turned around, and walked out of the station, and everyone followed him. They tried to hold their belongings but he didn't accept them and took them by surprise. When he stepped out from there, he saw media people waiting for him or for the senior officer; he too didn't know about it.
"Sir, there is an uproar about Pearson, whom you shot. What would you say about it?" A reporter was asked for their opinion.
"Sir, how can you shoot a person to death who is just a doubted person, not an approved criminal?" The whole city is waiting for your explanation; what are your comments on those?" Another quetioined.
"The police department is meant to give protection and security to the people but if you arrest and kill common people why should they believe you?" Another reporter was questioned. The 4th reporter turned to the senior officer, who was in the middle of the chaos and questioned,
"Sir, what actions are you going to take against him?"
"He is suspended from the department for now. Once the case was closed, he would be back to work," the senior officer answered everyone. They turned to me and questioned me, "Do you have anything to say?"
"No comments," I answered. I want to inform them that I resigned and am no longer a police officer, but I would like to leave it upon departure. How would they announce it? This is their headcahe and I don't want to involve them anymore in matters related to the department.
"Can you please allow me to go?" I said and even before they said something, my subordinates came forward and cleared the ebay for me. I could hear the whispers and murmurs of these people from behind but I was not in a mood to clarify anything. A few subordinantes followed me and I called one of them near me and said,
"Give this pendrive to him. Just ask him to check it out. Don't let anyone know about this pendrive."
"Ok, sir," he said, acting just like he was shaking my hands. He took the pen drive in his hands and then slowly slipped it into his pocket.
I glanced at the police station one more time and closed my eyes. This is my passion and my dream but I never expected this day to come into my life. After being proven innocent, I anticipated their call back, but without trust, there can be no peace or future, something I truly despise.
I started my car and brought it to life. After bidding a final goodbye, I left from there.
Leaving the police station behind, I found myself drawn to the desolation of a deserted area. The streets, once bustling with the energy of the city, now lay empty and silent, the only sound being the echo of my footsteps on the pavement. It was as if the world had fallen away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the weight of my decision.
As I walked deeper into the abandoned streets, the buildings loomed like silent sentinels, their windows dark and their doors locked tight. There was a sense of isolation here, a stark contrast to the chaos of the city I had known for so long. Yet, strangely, it felt like the perfect backdrop for my turmoil.
With each step, the events of the past few days replayed in my mind like a broken record. The resignation letter, the farewells from my colleagues, the emptying of my desk—it all felt like a surreal blur, as if I were watching someone else's life unfold before me.
But beneath the numbness, there was a rawness—an ache that seemed to seep into my bones with every breath I took. I had thought that leaving the force would bring me relief, a sense of freedom from the weight of the badge and the burden of the job. Yet, here in the quiet solitude of the deserted streets, I realized that I had only traded one kind of pain for another.
Stopping in the middle of the road, I let out a ragged sigh, the sound echoing off the empty buildings around me. The tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging, as the full weight of my decision crashed down on me like a tidal wave. I had walked away from everything I had ever known—the camaraderie of my fellow officers, the sense of purpose that had driven me to serve and protect.
But even as the tears streamed down my face, there was a flicker of something else—something like hope. Maybe leaving the force didn't mean the end of my story. Maybe it was just the beginning of a new chapter, one where I could find a different kind of purpose and a different way to make a difference in the world.
With that thought in mind, I wiped away the tears and squared my shoulders, determination flickering in the depths of my gaze. The road ahead might be uncertain and fraught with challenges and obstacles, but I would face it head-on with courage and resilience.
Turning away from the deserted streets, I set off into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever the future held. And as I walked, the weight of my decision slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of anticipation—a glimmer of hope shining brightly in the darkness.
I spent some time alone in the darkest streets, where I could find solace. It was around 1:00 a.m. at midnight and my phone started ringing in my pocket. I know who would call me at this hour.
I answered the call without looking at the caller's ID.
"Hello," I said with a hoarse voice. "Haha, so you are out of that department totally?" I heard a question.
I clutched the mobile tightly and gritted my teeth. "Don't you still trust me? I killed the innocent one, just as you said. Do you know how tough it is for me to kill him without making any mistake about him?"
"Did I ask you to choose this path? You are the one who wanted to but I can't risk myself in this, right? So I needed to get confirmation from you and I did." The person gave a wicked laugh, which irritated me.
"Yes, I know that. I know it's not my choice. I know it's me who wanted to do thighs but I would have felt happy if you chose some other path to test me rather than making me kill an innocent. You won't ever understand what I am going through," I snapped at him.
"Stop the fucking emotional drama and you are acting like you never killed anyone, even the most innocent one. I know whatever you did," the person retorted.
"Yes, I killed. Not one or two. I know more people but they are all criminals. But he isn't a criminal; he is just a common person. I never killed an innocent one who never committed any crimes or mistakes," I argued back.
"He is my enemy and I need someone to clear him from my way so I git you and you didi with authority. You know what? If not for you, I would have killed him directly in the middle of the road, but the only thing is that I am not staying in the same city as you; otherwise, I don't even need your fucking help," the person said.
"Don't ever do those things in my city. You would never know to what extent the lalw can go to catch you. Anyway, whatever happened has happened. There is no use talking about it as his soul is already dedicated to God, and as you said, I even resigned from this department," I answered.
"I know you did. But I want it to be confirmed officially. Only then can I talk with the Lord about you; otherwise, don't ever think about it. Make sure to get the news,"' the person said.
"No, I can't do that. I did my job as you said and now I am not related to the department in any way. I don't have any rights to be included in the affairs of the department, and it's not as easy as you think. He has to send it to the higher-ranking officers and they need to approve it before they release the news to the media. It would take at least a week," I explained.
"Rather than giving these unnecessary explanations to me, find a way to do this so you will pack the chances here as soon as you can. Without conformation, the Lord won't ever accept you with the kind of background you have. Even if you agree or not, this is the truth." The person rejected me and stood firm on the condition.
"I did what you said, and now you are saying this condition. Don't try to play with me just because I approached you. There is profit to be gained if I am involved. I tried to lure the person.
"What was the profit we would have?" As expected, the person is on my track, but I am not so easy to deal with. If I am that easy, then I won't have such a good name in the department.
"Inform your Lord about this, and you will get to know what my point is. Get back to me with the good news until then, goodbye." I disconnected the call without waiting for the reply.