I Don 't Shoot Me

I know you are upset about your house being destroyed and your sister being raped. However, I promise my confrontation with the group will solve your gang problem forever. I am aware approaching the gang is a suicide mission, but I cannot have another individual's blood on my hands. As you know, I am not admired by my family as they cannot stand the sight of me, and I do not have many friends either. I have never been close to my son’s or their families, and that has always annoyed me. Also, I told no one this, but I am dying from an illness, and I cannot afford the treatment nor can I ask my son's for the money. By provoking the gang to shoot me, it will not only solve my problem because I have no reason to live, but it will also solve yours. I told Father Janovich that I will take care of the gang, and since I cannot kill all of them, I will let them shoot me.

During the train ride the NKVD gave the prisoner food rations mainly bread and water. Also during the train ride Andrius found a colorful shiny rock. Mrs. Rimas a Liberian holds the rock a say she the queen of the cattle cart, everyone laughed except for the lady who give birth because her baby died. It took weeks to get to the labor camps, but when they finally step off the train Lina met Kretzsky a NKVD officar of the work camp. Once Lina and her family, enter inside their hunt they saw Ulyushka inside who demand debt for saying inside the hunt. Even worst, in the night Lina saw Andrius mother inside a nice comfortable NKVD house putting on makeup. Lina thought Andrius and her mother are part of the NKVD, but his mother is being forced to be a prostitute. After she saw Andrius mother, she run into Andrius she rudely told him he part of the Soviet. Andrius heart-broken told her his mother is a prostitute to earn food ration for him and told her he felt guilty for it. Weeks later Jonas starts getting scurvy from not eating fruits and

The next morning I  was going in  everyone looking at me, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Peter appreciated me and said here we found out  something you might want to know. We stepped into a different room and  I sat down, Peter and Loss both looked at me.We have a suspect interrogation. His name is Joe Barley he was the last person your daughter Bailey texted right before she got killed. We can attempt to talk to him. As we walked in I said Joe Barley why were you texting Bailey Moon at 9:56 last night before she got killed!! Me and Bailey are good friends I would never purposely  try to hurt her in anyway. You did not answer my question, why did you text Bailey at 9:56 the night she was killed! Joe started to tumble over his words,

Nakita drove through the back roads away from all the cops , she would be spotted on the main roads . She parked her car that was in walking distance to her next house , she creeps up to the house , see's the mother watching TV in the living room. She knows the victim has no father and no other people staying in the house right now. She walks around the back , picking the lock at the back kitchen door. The kitchen was semi lit up with lights on by the brick wall stove , she walks slowly to the living room , pulling out a long kitchen knife from her pocket. She hand gags the mother , pushing the knife to the back of her head , she hears her choking on her blood , she then stops tilting her head down . Nakita pulls out her syringe , walking towards

Catherine Genovese was on her way home from work to her once peaceful neighborhood. Once she arrived a man appeared out of nowhere, grabbed and stabbed her. Once stabbed Miss Genovese screamed out: “Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!”(Gansberg 128). Then the second stabbing “I’m dying!” she shrieked. “I’m dying!” (Gansberg 129). The neighbors heard the screams but, did nothing about it. Twice he was interrupted by some of the neighbors and ran off, and each time he returned, to stab her again. The third stabbing was fatal and left Miss Genovese dead. Several neighbors halted what they were doing just to look out their window to watch the murder happen. One

9:34 A.M. I knew it was time I go find my killer. That breakfast earlier at the garage didn’t fill me. I barely ate any of it actually. The walk to Gad’s Hill isn’t long from Port Roosevelt either, but I was tired. I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was my beloved wife. She was so romantic. She was the only reason I ever stayed in that garage. We even planned on moving too, but God took her away from me. It must have been for a reason. God damnit! I will find you, you son of a bitch! I noticed people in there cars looking at me strangely as they passed. They have no business looking at me. I kept an eye though for that yellow car. I stopped and stared at a couple of people with yellow cars, but they looked at me as if I was crazy. Why won’t they just leave me alone? I saw a group of boys who were playing with rocks stop and look at me, as if I looked or was acting crazy. Don’t look at me! Look somewhere else. Stupid kids. When I got to Gad’s Hill, I stopped at a store and bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee that filled me up. I left the sandwich at the table I sat down at, and walked

So I thought there were only two girls that have a hatred for Mr. Body. So maybe I’ll find Mrs. Peacock and Miss.White. Mrs. Peacock is a mysterious woman. She won’t let anyone know her age. Yet she seems very young to be unknown. Don’t even get me started about Miss.White she has a criminal record. She is one of the workers she says she likes her, but I don’t believe it. So I walked to the party room Mrs. Peacock was there so I asked her to come. She was drunk she said, “iheardogfortheninetwo." She was talking gibberish. She made no scene whatsoever. So I found Miss. White so I could ask her what she thought. She said that she had no Idea but I had an itch she was lying. So I went to the Observatory to see if Mrs. Peacock was there. So she said that she did it so I went down and apologized to Miss. White for accusing her. She said it's fine, she understood. The cops arrived to take the body. The cops said they have found fingerprints. The cops said he was killed by a gun. I was shocked. I rushed to the scene. They were Miss.Whites fingerprints. That liar. She was gone, she was no where to be found. The cops went on a hunt for

The blood of the deceased cries out for justice, if not vengeance, deep in the Belanglo state forest. While I do lament for the precious lives of the murdered, I will not rejoice in the premeditated sabotage of innocent people to create facades that justice has been served. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the defendant Ivan Milat never committed any homicide and any endeavour to argue otherwise is futile because it’s just not true. Throughout the legal manoeuvring and botched investigation that has plagued this case, one keystone has become obscured and that is justice. Too worried about their reputation, the officers in charge of this investigation fabricated fortified fortresses of lies, repressed the admissible in the case and indoctrinated

OK I'm ree doing this over I'm home and cooled off it was hot and I'm not trying to hurt no one but chico is realy bad with sex a fenders people disupeering lots of bad stuff I don't care hoo ses I'm lying but I will poot it in order how I remember I drive up to a spot I think is OK to shoot a aire gun I park I walk I scowt the place out there is two cars abandoned then I see my car is on the edge of the road so I drive it off road a bit so no one will steel my things in it as I'm leaving the roads edge a duly two tone color parks I'm keeping my eyes open on the guy but as I'm keeping my targets to a tree he disappears on me as I'm walking back to my car load my air gun this man is standing in front of my target I see a lump of hair sticking

I look back up at the man who was now looking off into the distance. “ Excuse me sir, but would you recognize this man here? “ I show him the picture in the paper. The man gulps and gives a hesitating whine. “ What do you mean? O-Of course I don’t know who he is! “ His deep voice gives me chills through my spine. Charles starts to growl and bark at the man, then bites his ankle! The man yells in pain. “ Control your dog you freak! “ I stand up and motion Charles to walk with me some more. I grab out my phone and call one of my co-workers. “ Meet me at Sumner Park. I found our suspect.

Sitting on the sofa watching old reruns with dad and Karen , were interrupted with a breaking news bulletin . It was about a murder discovered in our town , I was began to tighten Karens hand while holding it. She let go , giving me that look of don't even at me , stared back at the TV watching Trever coming on. “ We have some details relating to the murders , were suspecting a female very young , possible male .” Good evening everyone , please be warned the following details are explicit and graphic .” “The suspects have been draining the blood from virgin females from the scene , we believe they are bathing in it at there disclosed location .” “ Were calling it a copycat murder based on the 1500s serial killer , Elizabeth Bathory.” “ Be

Did these people have something to do with my aunt's murder? Is that why people had suddenly been so nice to me? No, they couldn’t have done that. Not these people. They couldn’t afford to go to jail, could they? I didn’t want to believe what I knew should. I didn’t want to believe what was probably true, and I knew I shouldn’t. Not yet. I needed proof of everything before I could start pointing my finger. I can’t just say something. That would ruin everything. Instead, I need cold hard facts and evidence. Facts that I would have to get on my own. I decided that the first thing I need to do was to sneak back in after

Thank you for coming.” Mr. Hackett said as he turned two gentleman in the corner. “These are Mr. Colon and Mchonn, I’ll leave you to talk.” “Hello Bailee, I’m Agent Colon and this is Agent Mchonn of the FBI.” FBI! That’s even worse then the police. “Do you have any idea why we are here?” “No, sir.” She was just hoping it had nothing to do with this stupid blog. “Do you know this man?” Colon asked, well more like demanded as he lay down a photograph of a man. “Yes, He runs the drug store in my hometown. Did he do something?” “He’s dead.” Colon said it has if he was order a burger and large fry instead of telling her that someone she had known since she was two was dead. “How?” I asked. Mr. Adams was a nice old man and didn’t have an enemy in the world. “He was murdered, shot 10 times to be exact.” Wow, ten times! “And how do I fit in to this?” “We received an anonymous message saying you knew what happened.” And with that Mchonn handed her a piece of paper. One it was

“You killed him, you killed him!” She kneed down beside her husband, shouted angrily and cried helplessly. “Help! Anyone? Police…Help!”

Frantically, I fumble for my phone, dropping it in a scarlet puddle and picking it up again. Call the police, that is what you are supposed to do. You want to be a good person, right?. You can’t call the police, or anyone, are you trying to land us back in there? In that damp, dark room, with nobody except yourself to talk to? Two opposing voices compete for my compliance. I try to reason with them but I can hardly hear either through the stressful whining in my ears. My fingerprints are on the weapon. I’m covered in her blood. I have no alibi. I’ve only just been released from prison and I am a criminal, charged and sentenced for assault. Calling the police would be the end of my newfound freedom. Even the end of my life. The phone falls once again from my shaking hands. I stumble backwards over a rock, falling, skin from my brow now on the stone, contaminating the crime scene even further. My chest is heaving. My liquefying legs make me feel sick. My fearful heart is in my mouth, trying to get out. The familiar sound of distant police sirens shrieks in my ears. I’m not sure if it is real or just a manifestation of my paralysing terror.