She Killed Me Narrative

JG: I wanted to leave my wife, because I felt that she did not love me anymore. When I was in basement she came and did not want me to leave. She then took the children and left with them.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

My enemy was hit. I didn’t have to worry anymore. I hurried and left to get to street level but then curiosity came over me. I wanted to see who I killed, so I decided to risk going over to have a look at him.I darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around me with a hail of bullets, but I escaped. I threw myself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.Then I turned over the dead body and looked into my brother's face. I promise that I didn’t know! I would have never shot my brother, I love him. I don’t know what he was doing their. If I would have known I would have never shot him, I would have let him shoot me. I’m sorry mother! I know that there’s nothing that can change what happened. I'm sorry. In

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

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

I was getting annoyed and curious so I went to check and see what the hell it was. “Hello sister…” A voice said from behind me. “The hell?!” I said jumping from my current position and spinning around to see a figure about 5’4 in front of me. He was wearing a tee-shirt and sweat pants along with flip flops. It was dark so I couldn't make out his face but he looked young. His hair was short but a bit long. Maybe to his ears then going down to the back of his neck. “You hurt me…” The boy said as he gripped something in his hands. A knife maybe? No knives are somewhat curved and sharp. He was holding something small and long….a pen? “What are you doing in here?! Are you going to kill me?!” I demanded to know. “You don’t know who I am do you?” He said a grin popping on his face. “No!....Wait…..that voice.” It was familiar. Young but stern. Like a boy going through puberty. “I demand to know who you are!” I yelled. He looked up clutching his pen. He lifted it up and the lights turned on. I couldn't believe what I

I don’t know how to continue now that she is dead. What could I have done to stopped her ? Nothing I guess. How does one keep moving after something like this. She called that night me and told me she loved me. I said I loved her and told her to go to bed because it was late. What would have happened if I stayed on the phone? Things might be different. We could be eating popcorn and watching horror movies right now. But now my life is a horror movie. Everywhere I go reminds me of her. I can't function in school. They thought that a week would be enough time. Going back to a place where I have so many memories with her has just made it worse. I met her here. Right here.

I got into a discussion about that way back and it's pretty obvious that it was rape. But once again we have people in this world who have contracted and then passed on the virus that's eating up their brains cells to where they can't comprehend the obvious. First of all in my opinion Damon isn't likeable at all considering his whiny personality -most if not all the characters on TVD have this persona alibet his is to a lesser extent than some of the others. I literally couldn't spend anytime with him without instantly plotting his death just so he'll shut the fuck up. He's worse than Klaus. Yes, Klaus compelled Cami a lot but he didn't compel her to not be afraid of him and then have sex with her. He only compelled her to not be afraid of

The words slowly processed in my mind, burning their way deep into my brain to snap me out of the dream world I’d locked myself in. I slowly looked up, smiling and letting out a slight laugh. “I’m sorry?” I said politely, giving the woman my gentlest tone. She stood there on the other side of the table, long, dark blonde hair neatly tied back into a fancy bun, stern blue eyes hidden behind her pointed black glasses. She was dressed so smartly in her ironed white button up, dress pants and blazer that seemed to hide her body, setting a barrier between her and I. Her face looked so young but wrinkled from the stress of life, her nose small and her bottom lip bitten in frustration. Those bright blue eyes seemed to stand out against the fair, lightness of her skin, burning deep into my own.

My foot is getting swollen from being up here for so long. I think it might have been early this morning when I decided to forage around the forest then I stepped in this weird trap sort of thing and now I’m stuck. I need Sophie to come and help me now. I then start making loud shrieks to get her attention. Still nothing. I keep making them and keep making them higher as I do so. I was sure this would be the end, then suddenly I heard someone. Sophie, it must be Sophie. I start making my shrieking noises again and she pops out and takes a good look at me. I was so happy to see her. She then said,

Murder isn’t justified if someone does it out of “selfish” emotions or needs, or out of hate. However, murder can be justified if it’s needed to survive.

I told her. I repeated it so many times, but she was just staring at me, motionless...speechless. Yes, I killed a man, but it was an accident. And yes, I was going to run away and hide. I couldn't risk her coming with me and get in trouble for something I did.

When I walk out that door, I want to keep walking until I find my way to an exit. Outside of school I’d find a lottery ticket. When I pick it up gunshots ring out from a nearby gas station. I find my way into the station without being noticed by the man wearing a ski mask, holding a gun to the trembling cashier. During the commotion of the man in the ski mask barking orders, I sneak in and knock him out heroically. The cashier thanks me for stopping what could have been the actions that ended his life. He promises that it will not be forgotten.