Crime

First Kill

Running, running faster then I ever had before. Were they chasing me? Were they following me in the shadows? Where were they? I ran into an alleyway and sat behind a dumpster panting heavily in the cold darkness. "I shot him, I really shot him". I started to panic, "What have I done? I killed them? Why did I?". I started to shake in fear, I just couldn't believe it. I looked down at my hand, and see the gun I held still. It was splattered with blood, crimson droplets on the cold metal of the barrel. Remembering now what had happened, I started to chuckle to myself "Why didn't he just give me the money? This could have all been avoided if he gave me his money!". I heard the sirens of police cars go by. 'They were looking for me' I thought. After a few minutes to make sure the cars had gone, I got up and threw the gun in the dumpster in a futile attempt to hide it. "I've got to get out of here" I said to myself and I started to walk down the alleyway and into the darkness. If I was spotted by the police, I planned to skew the evidence by pretending to be a witness.

I woke that morning in a cold sweat. My mind played the scene where I killed the man over and over and over. It wouldn't stop playing itself! Last night I sullenly came home at 2 A.M and slipped in my room through the window. My bloodstained clothes I threw into a trashcan and burned them to ashes. My mind was filled with thoughts of killing myself for what I had done but I decided not to. I laid in bed for an hour tossing and turning before I fell asleep. But now with the dawn breaking I had to go to school. I chuckled as got ready for the day. I thought I had gotten away with it as I left the house.

Later at school, it was 2 minutes before dismissal. I sat at my desk finishing my math worksheet when my teacher came to the front of the room to make an announcement. I thought 'okay this is going to be about a school announcement', then two officers came in. "Okay guys. Before you go you need to talk to these fine officers, who will question you as to your whereabouts last night. Please give them your full cooperation. Other then that have a safe day". Mrs. Holmes then called out one name at a time to talk with them. Realizing my name was going to be called soon I raised my hand "Mrs. Holmes? Mind if I head to the bathroom?". "Yes you can go, but come back when your done" she conceded.

But once I left the room I impertinently ran down the hallway and out to the sidewalk. I kept on running to my house, thinking to myself "Oh crap! OH CRAP! They found me! I thought I was hidden from the CCTV!". Then I remembered the gun I had thrown away the previous night. "Argh the gun! I wasn't wearing gloves so it has my fingerprints! How could I be so stupid! The cops came to school under the guise of interrogating the students when they knew it was me! I have to get home and prepare to leave here".

That night when I got home there was a police car on the curb. And at the door was my dad talking to a pair of officers who clearly lacked couth of any kind in the rude questions being asked. My mother was off to the side listening to the officers talk and trying to mollify my father but wouldn't deign to answer the officers questions as she knew they had to be mistaken about her son. Once I saw them I stopped running and jumped into my neighbor's yard. I tried to make my way to my window but the it was hard making my way to it through the undergrowth. Once I got to the window I climbed in and locked my room's door. I grabbed my black bookbag and emptied it into the trash. Working quickly, I filled it up with food and water, all the money from my successful heists, some spare clothes, a small handgun with spare ammo, and a pair of shoes. Once I put what i needed in the bag, I couldn't help but add some more things that weren't essential. I filled the back to the brim with my favorite books, knickknacks, photos of my cat Rusty and my firends, and lastly pictures of me and my parents at various times having fun or celebrating or just goofing off. I was fortunate not to have an acrimonious relationship with my parents like many kids at school did. As I put the last photo of me and my parents in my bag, I started to cry. "Never forget where you come from" was one of my mother's favorite tenets.

Next thing that I did was change into an all black outfit with a hoodie and face mask to match, along with combat boots. I picked up my skull mask and glasses that and stared at them in my hands before I put them on. I swung the bag onto my back but I couldn't force myself to leave. Not just yet. I grabbed my note pad and wrote a goodbye note for my parents. When that was done I was bursting with tears. I unlocked the door now and went to the window. With one leg out the window I said to myself a final goodbye. "Goodbye mom, Dad...I love you...and I'll miss you"