Personal Narrative: Murder, Homicide, Manslaughter

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

That day still haunts me. It was only my second month as a police officer. I remember the day time sky fading into the dark starry night sky. I flipped on my lights and that when the call came in. It was a 10-40, which means there was a murder. My heart started racing and the adrenaline started flowing through my body. Flipping my lights one I start racing to the scene. Living in Chicago murders were common, but this was my first time responding to a call like this. Getting closer to the park- where the body was- I slowed down and pulled into the park. As soon as I got out of the car this dewiness just took over me. Something felt extremely off. Taking in my surrounding I notice the body it was laying underneath a slide, somewhat hidden under

I had a unique childhood, unlike any other. Just to let you know when I say a unique childhood, I mean a dangerous childhood. For example, The time when I saw Johnny stabbing Bob Sheldon right in front of my eyes!! It was terrifying. Now that I am older and reflect on my past events, I realize that many of those things were truly life threatening. Although the stabbing incident led to Bob's death; I believe that Johnny isn't responsible for the murder, in fact, I know that Bob alongside his friends and family are the ones who caused the tragedy.

Evan kept off the interstate for a while sticking to back roads and changing directions periodically to make sure he wasn’t being tailed.

Sounds like a plan. Yes, this is a new homicide. Crime was committed when he was 17 and he turned 18 in May.

Essence of spicy aftershave brought comfort to my dreams every night for the first five years after his death. His rosy cheeks and eyes sparkled. He spoke with concern,

When I would see the attack I would fill with fear and adrenaline. I would act completely different and try to call the police. I can imagine that when I was watching I would get very nervous and energetic I might even have to enter the phone number for the police an couple of times because I entered it wrong. I would try to see what was truly going on before I tried to intervene. I would see if she was really getting attacked. Then I would wait in till after the man left, I would go outside and try to see if I could help. I have training in first aid. I would try to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. But I would panic as soon as the man came back to finish his work. I might throw myself at him or I could run away, but I know that I would try to do something without really thinking it through. The adrenaline would make me act quicker but not think a much as what I am going to do. It is hard for me to figure out what I would do because I have never felt anything like this before.

On Thursday March 10, 2016 at 1310 hours a call came from dispatch about a possible murder. I arrived at 210 Downey Way, at 1327 hours. Mr. Henry Winkler, who was the next door neighbor, was standing outside of the victim’s house. Officer Twumasi and I approach Mr. Winkler, who advised that he was the person who reported the call. He said, that while he was eating jello that he heard a loud boom coming from Ms. Nelson’s house about 15 minutes before he made the call. Mr. Winkler said he was scared and when he looked out of his window he saw Jim, the victim’s boyfriend leaving the victim’s house in a blue Ford Escort, 1999 model, four doors with Harley Davidson sticker on the back window. While gathering information from Mr. Winkler I learned

"Okay people we've got to get started with this meeting, we're wasting time! This man is out there right as we speak, who knows what he's planning!" chief of the deputy, Brian Snark exclaimed frantically while pointing out the window of the boardroom.

Marissa hopped on the train with her book in hand. She took a seat and started to relax. Opening her book to the next page, the milieu was getting interesting with each and every word. She looked around before she began to read. Being a librarian and a mystery buff, she enjoyed really anything and everything related to mysteries, this was the one way she could regale herself. Growing up, she was an only child and found ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ in the books that she read. As Marissa flipped to page 128, a scream pierced the air.

“You really don’t want to do that or make a scene where you are at right now. If you do she is a dead girl. Now listen up James! If you want your sister back alive you need to come to this address 2666 Blood’s Point Road, Cherry Valley before 3:00 A.M. I will be expecting you tonight. Remember do not call the police or even bring a weapon. Bye,” he says with a screaming girl in the background.

It’s leafy and green This murder machine Hundreds of bills Sit and gleam I ran my hand over Their soft paper backs And I push them together Into neat little stacks I count the amount

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

Through advancements in technology over the years, a new form of television surrounded by the idea of “narrative complexity “ arose (Mittell 31). In Jason Mittell’s book, Complex TV: The Poetics of Contemporary Television Storytelling, he argues that narratively complex programs allows viewers to participate actively by underlining the conventional traditions of storytelling, but also integrating inventive and long-term strategies to attract viewers and create a fan base. This idea of “narrative complexity” stems from the balance between both television’s traditional episodic form and serial form. ABC’s breakout television show, How to Get Away with Murder, is an example of a program that implements devices such as nonlinear storytelling and seasonal arcs in order to develop a complex narrative that fosters engagement in audiences and comments on contemporary TV viewing.