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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