Evidence

By: Madison Carpenter/Sophomore Writer

The headline in the Sunday newspaper read: “Murderer on the Loose!” Now it was known by everyone. She was dead. I was safe for now, but they’d be finding evidence any day now. Evidence that could lead back to me.

“Dude,” Alex said to me, “You have to come forward. You KILLED somebody. Your own mother! They’ll figure it out eventually. Why don’t you just come forward. Maybe they’ll be understanding.”

“No. No, I can’t. They’ll send me away. Haven’t you ever seen the movies? I’ll get locked up for life. And besides, I’m not finished yet, I have to get rid of all the evidence,” I smirked. I turned away from him and took a deep breath. I pulled the gun from my pocket and loaded it. I sharply turned around, shooting him right between the eyes.