"What have I done? What have I done?" I whisper to myself standing outside my mother's front door. "She's probably asleep Julie. Why are you even here? It's 2:45 in the morning." I'm not sure where to go or what to do at this point. I just want my mom. I feel like a child, back when I got stuck under the bunk bed crying out for her to save me. Only this time I'm stuck in a terrible decision I made and I'm sure there's no saving me.
"Julie?" My mom yawns as she opens the door rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I had woken her up. She looks tired. I feel horrible not only for what I've just came from but for also waking up my hard working mom. She's been like that since before I had been born. Working long hours and just getting to bed good in the late hours of the night. "Julie are you okay? What's going on? Come inside. Come come." My mom says as she rushes me inside the house after quickly examining my blood soaked clothes. I walk over to the loveseat leaving a trail of bloody footsteps and sit down on the edge.
My white converse turned red from blood and my clothes soaked with the terror I had just left behind at my apartment. As I sit down I can't help buh to stare into space as the memory of what just happened replays in my mind like a movie. Only it wasn't a movie but something I had actually done. I killed someone. I took a life. Not just any life, I took my boyfriend's life.
"Julie?!!" My mom yells, snapping me out of my daze. "What is going on?" She inquires heavily. Her breath weakened with fear and confusion. Her eyes watered in anticipation awaiting my answer. Looking up at my mother with tears in my eyes as if I were a child having a bad dream I hesitantly breathe, "I think I may be in trouble mom." "Julie what did you do?" She says, her eyes widened. She had come closer to me kneeling down in front of me to place her hand on my thigh.
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"I killed Mikey."