"What were you doing there by yourself?" Mr. Robbins asked after I had gotten into his car.
"I know who killed my mom." I tell him quietly. Mr. Finely would pay for what he did, even if it was 10 years ago. A crime is still a crime.
Mr. Robbins paused and looked over at me. "What do you mean?"
"It was Mr. Finley." I say turning my head towards him. "I know it was. He...he almost killed me. He held a gun to my head because he thought I was my mother and-"
"Hold on. Ok take a breath." He stopped me. "This man held you at gun point?"
"Yes." I say solemnly. "But he never shot."
"Where is this man?" He then asks starting the car. I tell him the street that Mr. Finely lived on and a description of his house.
He grabbed his walkie talkie and directed other cops to his house.
"I'm bringing you home. Your father called worried. Your license is suspended for being out way past curfew, so a couple other cops will bring the car you were driving back." He said. I swallow the lump in my throat, not really caring that my license was suspended.
I felt my phone vibrating and see that Liam was calling. Liam. I decline the message and delete his contact. I didn't want anything associated with that family.
I stare out the window as Mr. Robbins takes me home. Tears well up in my eyes once again and soon the traffic lights become blurry and the rushing cars beside us are only a mere sound.
But that's the world we live in. Just a world full of sound and sight. It's our thoughts that bring in the good and bad. To cats and dogs and squirrels, a police siren is just a loud sound. To humans it's a symbol of trouble because that's what we associate the sound with.
No sound or sight is bad. It's simply just a sound or sight. It's humans that bring in the bad. We are the issue. Not guns. Not the president. Not bad weather. Not police or any authority for that matter.
It's us. As a whole. It's the thoughts we think that invoke the actions that we do. Bad decisions are only thoughts that we bring to life. There's nothing to blame but the human mind and soul.
It's a contagious ripple. Bad things happen to good people. Indeed, that saying is true, however then the good people turn bad and do bad things to other good people. It's a vicious cycle and it's what the adults call unfair.
They always say "life is unfair." But then someone else says that "life is fair because it's unfair to everyone." But that's not true. Life isn't fair because people infect other people. No one has a chance to grow up pure.
No one has a chance to do more good than bad because once they get to that point, they've already been infected.
Then there's forgiveness. We are also taught to forgive, but never forget. But I have a question for you. How can I forgive what I can't forget? How is one able to grant forgiveness when what they are forgiving is something that is forever etched in their brain, unforgettable? How am I suppose to forgive the person that has infected me and brought me into this vicious cycle that we call humanity?
