Right behind you by Gail Giles

I've got to tell her.  But how?  This is not something that you can tell everyone and expect things not to change.  I should know.  I don't really understand it myself and I've been living with it for a very long time.  You may not believe it to see me now, but I'm a murderer.  Are you shocked?  Well, it's true.  When I was nine years old, I doused a kid with gasoline and set him on fire.  Sort of takes your breath away doesn't it?  I don't really remember much about what happened after.  All I know is I meant to burn his baseball glove.  I was locked up in a juvenile facility and I've gone through just about every therapy you can imagine.  But it can't change the fact that I killed a kid.  I deserve to be locked up.  Away from society. Locked up so I can never hurt anyone else.  But now my shrink tells me that he is ready to release me!  To the outside.  With a new name and a new chance.  But am I ready?  I don't think I am.  Only time can tell.  But just how does a person start a new life when he has done something so horrible?

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