Personal Narrative: My Father's Death Of M. G.

I was only 10 years old at the time. I still didn’t really know what was going on around me but I knew one thing, my father’s death was no suicide. There was no way that my father “accidentally” shot himself twice in the back of the head, it's literally and physically impossible. they were covering up the truth. I constantly tried to investigate my father’s death but I was only known as “Timmy the troublemaker”. No one in the police department let me in on the case but who could blame them? Trusting a 10-year-old? It would have been absurd if they did! So I decided that if the police weren’t going to help me, I was going to look into my father’s death myself.

On a rainy afternoon while older sister Jenny and younger brother Richard were doing their homework and mum was cooking vegetable soup in the kitchen, I decided to head into the forest where my father’s body had been found. I wanted to find out the truth behind my father’s death and not the lies I’ve been constantly fed for the last few days. I stood there at the entrance of the forest, and suddenly, I began to feel extremely nervous and afraid. I was about to enter the same forest my father died in, it was extremely frightening but
M.G couldn’t just be random so I decided to think. I thought about the initials “M.G” over and over again in my head until it finally clicked. M.G were the initials to Mouhamed Gouicem, an individual who was incapable of feeling guilt, remorse or empathy for their actions. He was a notorious serial killer that was reported missing 15 years ago! The police eventually gave up looking for him and he was presumed dead. Then I thought to myself, “Why my father?” My father probably didn’t even know who Mouhamed Gouicem was. I handed the weapon over to the police and in their labs, after conducting a few test confirmed that the gun I had found was the murder weapon. I was right after all, I knew my father didn’t kill himself, I knew