Chapter 4: Choice B
From Create Your Own Story
Alex was bleeding to death, and my dad was holding a knife. "DAD!" I ran over and punched him--I had a good punch--but it did no good. He was just standing there looking at me. I asked him "Why did you kill him?"
"Because he put his hands on me first. And NOBODY puts their hands on me. He ran here right after school, and started trying to stab me with a knife."
I thought to how he must've smoked the crack. It fucked him up bad. Nonetheless, I grabbed the knife from his hand and started lunging at him with it. I was fucked up too. I had seen enough in one day. My dad ran into the bedroom. I wasn't sure where my mom is.
After a few minutes of trying to break open the door, the police arrived. Boy, this must've looked really wrong. I was holding a blood-dripping knife, a little kid had bled to death on the floor, and I was trying to break into the door to get someone. They tried to handcuff me, but I slashed their throats. But there were more on the way.
And that's how I wound up in prison.
The End?
