I swear to god, I didn't mean it.
My cracked phone lies pathetically on the ground, buzzing away with phone call after phone call. I'm too stunned to process what just happened, let alone answer my phone.
After a minute or two, I finally understand. And I regret every second of it.
After walking back home from a birthday party (the birthday of a now-21 year old friend, so you know there was more alcohol than the human mind could comprehend) I was drunkenly trying to make my way to the nearest bus stop. It was almost three in the morning, and the moon was obscured by the clouds, so it was almost pitch black.
Out of nowhere I was attacked by a feral animal. It was hidden in an alley before it suddenly pounced on me and started to hurt me. I could feel it's teeth tearing into my thin leather pants, exposing bruised and lacerated skin.
I screamed and tried to push the stupid beast off of me, but it was exceptionally strong for a creature of its stature. It's grimy paws grabbed me and tore into my skin and clothes even more. I kept on screaming. It was horrifying.
Finally, I took out my keys. Attached to the keychain was a harmless looking tube of Chapstick, which was actually a mace spray. I sprayed a generous amount into his eyes and as it stumbled back, howling in pain, I took my long shed key and jabbed it right under his sternum.
Suddenly, he went silent and fell back. I think I killed him.
I called 911 but I was too shocked to say anything coherent into my phone. Then he suddenly grabbed my ankle and my phone slipped from my hands, cracking on the pavement below.
"You... Stupid..." He wheezed, before closing his eyes, never to open them again.
"Bethany Ann Mulberry, you are charged with manslaughter. Anything you say can and will...."
