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I got pulled back, a gun being pointed to my head and I swear to god, I saw my life flash before my eyes right then and there. Sirens were being heard from down my street and cars stopped in front of my house.

"You go out there right now" He said in a deep, husky voice and pushed a knife into my hand. The knife that killed my father.

I couldn't process what was going on. Either I take the blow and get sent to jail for someone else's doing or I die. Either way, they were both horrible, but I had my mind made up for me when I was shoved at the door.

My hands shakingly turned the door handle and I stumbled out. I was ordered to put my hands in the air and I do so. Police invade my house and for the next 
few minutes, I had handcuffs on my wrists, being questioned about simple things like my name but even I couldn't answer that easily. And then the officer behind me said a sentence that I never thought I would hear in my whole life.

"Calum Hood, you are under arrest for murder"All Rights Reserved

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More Than Just a Memory

Holding my hand tight in his, he whispered, "Will you remember it all? For me?" His eyes were brimming with tears and I watched his throat choke on the words he wanted to say. "No," I replied resolutely. Letting his chin drop to his chest, he released a sob so soft, I wonder if I conjured it in my imagination. I felt two hot tears drop onto my wrist and I squeezed his hand with all of my strength. "I won't remember it all," I said, "Because you are more than just a memory to me."