Tuesday, July 03, 2007

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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