Why does one do it? My head was in my hands. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Meanwhile, sunlight beamed through the windows, highlighting the miniscule specks of dust suspended in air. The undaunting silence, accompanied with the ambient clicks of a clock, created an atmosphere of total solitude. A synchronized electrical hum reverberated through the room. Outside, the call of a bird momentarily shattered the illusion of tranquil silence. A car zoomed past the street. Even though it happened many years ago, the scent of a scorching fire and cold blood still followed me. I was a part of me now and as much as I wanted to let go, I couldn’t. Why does one do it? I paused.
A crime was committed. A group of friends and a mother and her son. …show more content…
I opened my mouth. Nothing. I closed it soon after.
What would you give to see what your life could have been? My eyes glanced over to the window to my right. In the backyard of the next house, kids were swimming around in a pool reflecting the sunlight above. Close by, a group of adults, including a couple - one young woman and a man in his early 30s - were seated by a table. They munched on food and raised their wine glasses together with a euphoric laugh. I thought back to the people that I have hurt. A group of friends. Slaughtered. A mother and son. Torn into pieces.
We all make mistakes. Some more than others. That is what makes us human. It is what defines us. I have hurt a lot of people in the past and I’m not going to deny that. Sometimes I wish I never made the mistakes I did. That I could do it all over again. But I can’t.
Some days, I want reality to be a dream so badly. Other days, I want to lie down and simply dream of something, anything. I’ve tried to forget about what happened, yet everything around me wants to reel me back in.
It happened at night. The ground was icy and bitter. Light fog clung to the ground and snow plummeted downwards, surrounding the air with a blur of white. My breath materialized as a cloud of vapor, disappearing into the dark …show more content…
He told me that I would be discharged in two days and asked me if everything was okay.
“Yes,” I bit my lip, “I’m okay.” I solemnly nodded along; I forced myself too.
I was the lucky one. By chance, the officials ruled the event as an accident due to the conditions at the crime scene. Time, combined with the fire that I started, had eliminated any evidence that would be used to incriminate me. I knew differently. There would be funerals and ceremonies. People would give their condolences and offer brief eulogies, like always.
In time, memory of the event faded into obscurity. Life moved on.
Life moved on. I didn’t. Thinking back to what happened, tears streamed down my face. I closed my eyes and listened to my shallow breath. I breathed in. I breathed out. Why are you crying like this? What in the world do you feel sorry for? Get up. Don’t just sit there. Do something. Live. Looking above, I squeezed my hands together, begging for forgiveness.
Why does one do it? I breathed. Why did I do it? I sighed. Downstairs, a door opened, followed by footsteps and two voices. “Honey, I’m back from the game with Alex! His team won the championship today!” I collapsed on the floor in a
A crime was committed. A group of friends and a mother and her son. …show more content…
I opened my mouth. Nothing. I closed it soon after.
What would you give to see what your life could have been? My eyes glanced over to the window to my right. In the backyard of the next house, kids were swimming around in a pool reflecting the sunlight above. Close by, a group of adults, including a couple - one young woman and a man in his early 30s - were seated by a table. They munched on food and raised their wine glasses together with a euphoric laugh. I thought back to the people that I have hurt. A group of friends. Slaughtered. A mother and son. Torn into pieces.
We all make mistakes. Some more than others. That is what makes us human. It is what defines us. I have hurt a lot of people in the past and I’m not going to deny that. Sometimes I wish I never made the mistakes I did. That I could do it all over again. But I can’t.
Some days, I want reality to be a dream so badly. Other days, I want to lie down and simply dream of something, anything. I’ve tried to forget about what happened, yet everything around me wants to reel me back in.
It happened at night. The ground was icy and bitter. Light fog clung to the ground and snow plummeted downwards, surrounding the air with a blur of white. My breath materialized as a cloud of vapor, disappearing into the dark …show more content…
He told me that I would be discharged in two days and asked me if everything was okay.
“Yes,” I bit my lip, “I’m okay.” I solemnly nodded along; I forced myself too.
I was the lucky one. By chance, the officials ruled the event as an accident due to the conditions at the crime scene. Time, combined with the fire that I started, had eliminated any evidence that would be used to incriminate me. I knew differently. There would be funerals and ceremonies. People would give their condolences and offer brief eulogies, like always.
In time, memory of the event faded into obscurity. Life moved on.
Life moved on. I didn’t. Thinking back to what happened, tears streamed down my face. I closed my eyes and listened to my shallow breath. I breathed in. I breathed out. Why are you crying like this? What in the world do you feel sorry for? Get up. Don’t just sit there. Do something. Live. Looking above, I squeezed my hands together, begging for forgiveness.
Why does one do it? I breathed. Why did I do it? I sighed. Downstairs, a door opened, followed by footsteps and two voices. “Honey, I’m back from the game with Alex! His team won the championship today!” I collapsed on the floor in a