I must have been on that street for hours, it felt as if frost was growing on my feet and my tears had turned to icicles.
I killed her.
The thoughts had been echoing in my head for the last few hours.
The rest of the world didn't matter, she was dead now and nothing can change that.
Why keep going, she was the only person who ever cared for me?
I knew that I should go home.
But I couldn't leave her here. This was all I had left of her.
I knew I should bury her, but all of the ground in New York was cement, and I didn't have enough money to bury her in the cemetery, let alone buy a coffin.
But then it hit me almost as hard as the car had hit my sister- I didn't kill her, the man in the car did, and he was going to pay...
I propped my sister up on the wall and closed her eyes to make it look like she died in her sleep.
I could use her to gain people's pity on the street... She was going to be my bread bringer.
The car that hit her didn't go far it pulled into a driveway only two blocks away.
The driver was going to die.
And with that my vision blurred.
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The sirens wailed behind me as I took a tight corner, heart pulsing like a hurricane. I could hear shouts echoing through the streets, as the police ran up and down the sidewalk.
What on earth did I do?
The dark alleyway where I was hiding stank of piss, and the rats didn't help either. Their gaze seemed fixated on something behind me, and it was very distracting...
"You, get over here!" yelled a voice behind me.
crud now I know what the rats were staring at.
"yes sir!" I said as I walked over to him.
He was about six feet tall and had a sturdy figure, he stood there completely blocking the entrance, it looked like I would have to sweet talk my way out of this which is something i don't have much experience in.
"what's wrong sir?" I asked.
His response was quite peculiar, as he didn't say anything.
He just glared at my chest and hands, nose twitching and reaching for his baton.
For the first time I looked down and was surprised to find my shirt and hands coated in a crimson glove.
I look back up to find his baton coming down on my head like lightning... and then my vision blurred...
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