He was sitting on his couch just like every day when he got home. But today was different. Instead of a remote in his hand he held a knife and there beautiful white couch was stained red now. He could hear sirens in the distance he wondered how close they were. He wondered when they would take him.
No more than 15 minutes later he heard the door being broken down. He just stared right at the ground where the trail of blood was left. The top edge of the door landed right where his feet were. He still stared straight forward the door didn’t even startle him. He was shaking on the couch. The cops came in did their usual routine “Put your hands up” etc. He didn’t listen. He still just sat.
They took the knife put it in a evidence bag. He was handcuffed and put in the bag of a squad car.
“25 year in the state jail”
25 years… 25 years… 25 years… 25 years
No more than 15 minutes later he heard the door being broken down. He just stared right at the ground where the trail of blood was left. The top edge of the door landed right where his feet were. He still stared straight forward the door didn’t even startle him. He was shaking on the couch. The cops came in did their usual routine “Put your hands up” etc. He didn’t listen. He still just sat.
They took the knife put it in a evidence bag. He was handcuffed and put in the bag of a squad car.
“25 year in the state jail”
25 years… 25 years… 25 years… 25 years
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