Creative Writing: The Murderer
I pulled the trigger. Bang, bang, bang. Two shots for each police officer that stood before me. I wasn’t high. I wasn’t drunk. And I definitely wasn't crazy…
“I guess the reason I shot them is because I felt trapped. At least that's the reason I keep telling myself.” “So that’s the reason”, said the lawyer.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t really have a reason. I just did it.”
“Did you know who the officers were?”
“No, sir. All I truly know is that I killed them, which makes me the murderer. I have nothing to hide. I’m ashamed of what I did but I have no reason why.”
“I have nothing further”, he announced to the jury.
“The ruling will be announced tomorrow”, said the judge. I already know I’m guilty. I know I'm guilty. I killed them. I murdered those two innocent officers. And I don't even know the reason why. The cops came and …show more content…
Then it became quiet. The engine and the wind against the side of the van is the only sound. I noticed I was completely alone in this cell-like part. Maybe they were scared to transport anyone with me because I am a potential threat to society. Maybe. But I like the quiet. It calms me. The quiet allows me to think…
“Sir, are you okay”, asked the tall, strong, and calm cop.
“Sir, can you hear me?”, he asked.
“I think he is high, officer Collin.” said the younger, inexperienced cop.
“No. I don't think so.” he answered back.
“Sir, what’s your name?” asked the calm cop. As soon as he finished I pulled the gun out and shot them.
“I’m a terrible person”, I said aloud not meaning to.
“What you did was very cruel but by the way you have acted in this van, I can tell you are a very nice and genuine man inside. Why did you do it”, the driver asked. What do I say? What excuse do I use now? Do I just be honest?
“Sir, out of no disrespect but I have no idea why I did this vicious thing to two innocent people.”
“What a shame. I am very sorry”, he said. At this point I began to tear up. I was beginning to break
“I guess the reason I shot them is because I felt trapped. At least that's the reason I keep telling myself.” “So that’s the reason”, said the lawyer.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t really have a reason. I just did it.”
“Did you know who the officers were?”
“No, sir. All I truly know is that I killed them, which makes me the murderer. I have nothing to hide. I’m ashamed of what I did but I have no reason why.”
“I have nothing further”, he announced to the jury.
“The ruling will be announced tomorrow”, said the judge. I already know I’m guilty. I know I'm guilty. I killed them. I murdered those two innocent officers. And I don't even know the reason why. The cops came and …show more content…
Then it became quiet. The engine and the wind against the side of the van is the only sound. I noticed I was completely alone in this cell-like part. Maybe they were scared to transport anyone with me because I am a potential threat to society. Maybe. But I like the quiet. It calms me. The quiet allows me to think…
“Sir, are you okay”, asked the tall, strong, and calm cop.
“Sir, can you hear me?”, he asked.
“I think he is high, officer Collin.” said the younger, inexperienced cop.
“No. I don't think so.” he answered back.
“Sir, what’s your name?” asked the calm cop. As soon as he finished I pulled the gun out and shot them.
“I’m a terrible person”, I said aloud not meaning to.
“What you did was very cruel but by the way you have acted in this van, I can tell you are a very nice and genuine man inside. Why did you do it”, the driver asked. What do I say? What excuse do I use now? Do I just be honest?
“Sir, out of no disrespect but I have no idea why I did this vicious thing to two innocent people.”
“What a shame. I am very sorry”, he said. At this point I began to tear up. I was beginning to break