BLANCK

I loathed myself since that night, after that gun went off and the blood spilled from his chest and the back of his head as he barreled back onto the pavement. I felt the true coldness of the air that night and the bleak, stiffness of the silence. Night dew canopied the parking lot with a damp eerie feeling that choked me up as I ran to the van and fled the scene. It didn't start off like that ...the circumstances that led up to it however make no difference to my disposition ...after all is said and done...a murder stays a murder ...and I stay guilty but I should still state my case and least inform you of the nature of my bloodstained deed.