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Killing more than Flesh |
| Written by CAS | |
| Monday, 03 March 2008 | |
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It hit me like a ton of bricks or a smack to the face. I was looking at a seven year old kid, with a gun in my hand and dead bodies all around. What did this kid do to deserve this. I had robbed a bank and was holding hostages. The police had surrounded me and I was shooting everything and in the amidst I look at this beautiful seven year old girl. She was scared to hold my scared and I didn’t understand why. I am not a bad person I thought. I am not a bad person. Please don’t leave. I took a step closer and tears pored down the girls face. I looked at what she was holding, and it was a woman who looked like the girl. A attractive woman in her early 30s that had three bullet holes in her chest. The girl had the woman’s eyes and at this time they where filled with fear. Time was at a stand still. People ran among me and exited out the door. I asked the girl if this was her mother and she said yes. I thought back in mind why I was at this bank holding this gun and my mind went completely blank. All I could think about was the innocents destroyed due to my rashness. I recall a officer coming in the building asking me to back away from the girl and I shot him. The little girl screamed but I assured her everything was going to be ok. “ Listen to me sweetheart. I am going to put my gun down and go see the police ok. I want you to promise me something. Never take life for granted.” I didn’t know why I was telling this girl this. I never spoke philosophically but I had to tell this girl something. The cops rushed in and took me away. All I could do was look at those beautiful brown eyes and apologize. I’m sorry was my only quote as I slugged and cop and was shot. As I fell to the ground I watched those brown eyes and as I died I saw the innocence of a seven year old die with me. Copyright 2008 CAS |
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