"Wait, wait, WAIT!" The ticking on the wall, the gravel pounding, the whispering, the charges, the lawyers, the judge, the courtroom. Everything seemed like an endless dream - nightmare -, each time my head hit the pillow, my soul would pull me back into court, hands cuffed, seated in front of a judge deciding of my future. Never has I ever been scared to be thrown in jail, you say? My hand was already up the second your question was asked. Cold sweat running down my body, blood of countless men, women, children on my shaky hands, the laugh of the twins, the clicking of my cheating mother's tongue, seemingly disappointed. Was I insane? Yes. Would I do it again? Without a second thought. As if the weight on my shoulders was not enough. As if I was in somebody else's body, people were relying on me too much, for nothing. Maybe the Lord decided to finally punish me. "Oh, Lord, listen to my prayer."