Its true. I took their lives. Possible fathers, sons, and friends are among whom the blood belonged to that leaked and poured onto my floor. Yet, its not how It seems. I do plead guilty for their death, but know the whole truth and understand it.
I sat at the desk of my mother's house at the time of 7:30 p.m. A hour before the deaths took place. I was working on some last minute figures for my job as my mother came and said she was leaving. She kissed me on my forehead and walked out. I began to become sleepy, so I closed my laptop and walked for what seemed like hours to the bathroom to take a shower. I ran the water, turned on the shower head and stepped in. The water slid down my body when I heard the crash from outside the bathroom door. I keep a 9 millimeter handgun behind my toilet as a few years ago, my mother and I was robbed while I was using the bathroom. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. I placed my phone on my hip between the towel and me and I picked up the pistol a pulled the top back. I turned off the light and open the door slowly. I peeked around the corner to both sides and began to clear the house.
I cleared the upstairs level of my house fairly quickly and checked my phone. 8:15 p.m. Fifteen minutes before the murder happened. I crept down the steps with my hands gripped on the pistol's handle. When I approached the final step I saw where my window was broken into, then I heard a crash from the kitchen. I swiftly walked to the kitchen with my gun drawn.
Broken glass on the floor was illuminated from the lights in the kitchen. Two men, all black stood there packing the silverware into bags. I went to approach them silently when my phone slid from my hip and smashed into the ground. The two spun around and reached for their weapons that sat in their holsters. I let two bullets fly. One landed in the man directly in front of me straight in his chest. The other landed in the next man's neck as he had a running start. I aimed for his shoulder but the bullet flew two centimeters too high. My heart raced as I stepped forward and kicked the gun away from the man in front of me. I then picked up my phone and called 911 and stepped into the other room. My back was turned toward the stairs as the operator answered. Before I could go to state my emergency, I was struck in the side of my head and I fell to the ground in a daze.
As my sight came back, I saw a gun in my face. All I could do was look down the barrel and pray. Another man was there. I should've finished clearing the house before I let my guard down. The man spoke but my ears were ringing to loud for me to understand. He pushed the gun into my head, and as he went to pull the trigger, my mother walked through the door. The man jumped and turned his head. I spun and kicked him in his leg. We struggled for a bit as he pulled a knife. He pushed it towards my eye, but I was able to roll him off of me. He went to crawl for the knife but I drug him back and stabbed him in his knee with the broken glass from the window. I climbed on top of him and kept throwing punches. My mother cried aloud in the midst of it all as the man flipped me forward over his head. The knife lay beside me. He mounted me and threw two swift punches before I opened his neck with knife. 8:30 p.m.
I pushed his body off me as my mother ran towards me. The cop lights twinkled in the distance shining off all the glass.
I killed the men upon self defense. This is true, but a death is a death to me. I plea guilty because to take a man's life is no difference whether for pleasure or for self defense.
Thank you.
