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A few days later I saw on the news that they had found the body of the father of my son. Apparently, in my desire to kill him, I forgot to take precautions and my fingerprints and my DNA was all over his body. They already had me. It was in an ambush. But I didn’t want to spend my life behind bars, I couldn’t stand it. I packed my few things and I run away from that place. I ran into the woods, where nobody could find me, sleeping in the open, eating anything I could find. And then I heard a voice from a little boy, or perhaps an angel; He told me not to fled, to face what I had done and that I deserved what was happening to me. Surprisingly, that voice sounded me familiar but I couldn’t deduce who it was. And although I hate what He was saying I felt a strange love for this "angel" who talked to me.
But I left. One of the policemen followed me and when we arrived to the forest I ended with his lives. But this time I take care of the details, leaving no fingerprints, leaving nothing but his shattered body. Then, I heard the melody that I was hearing for weeks, but this time sung by the little boy with disappointment in his voice. I realized that he was my son.
 Blima · Thu Jan 08, 2009 @ 01:22pm · 0 Comments |
