Let me start by saying that when this is all done and dusted my only regret is that he did not suffer enough.
Having to listen to the crime I “committed” while his actions over the last years tormenting and abusing our local community do not weigh up. The pain, the frustration of watching him go about his daily life knowing the acts he had committed were being ignored. I had to do something and this is my only statement on the matter. I did what I did to make sure no one else suffers. It’s a responsibility I accept and acted alone. Prison while knowing my family are safe is a compromise I am willing to live with.
How I did it does not matter. Why I did it should be made loud and clear for the jury to hear. Let them be my judge and bear my outcome. Was I wrong for acting out? That’s not for me to decide. Compassion and understanding my motive are all I ask to be judged upon.
Darkness surrounded us as we ran through the bushes. What started out as trip to the mall with my sister ended up with the two of us being chased by creatures of the night. Loud chirping and gusts of screams as they were drawn in by our sweat while running away in fear. The sound of bushes being trampled at high speed was deafening as we had no idea in which direction to run. Adrenaline was something I had never experienced to this extent, the power and desire to keep my legs running faster and faster. In the distance we saw an old building and without saying anything we nodded at each other acknowledging our mental plan. Aim for the house and get inside. Suddenly, I felt a warm breath on my neck and before I could react I was sent tumbling into the grass. Snarling and looking at me with piercing eyes, I saw my captor trying it’s best to sink it’s teeth into my chest. My sister carried on running fully focused on getting to the house and getting any help she could. Luckily as I was crawling on the floor, I felt a large wooden stick and with all my weight I drew it across my chest into the side of the creature. It jumped back howling giving me enough time to jump up and continue towards the house and hopefully safety. As I edged closer, I heard a sound that sent shivers down my spine causing me to momentarily freeze. It was not the sound of the mystery hunters who were closing in, no. It was from my sister shouting “the door is locked.”
As Jack thrashed and kicked while trying to get upon the door with Rose, he ended up toppling it over with Rose falling off into the ocean. They immediately braced and hugged to keep warm in the freezing temperatures. All Rose could do was stare into the shocked and pleading face of Jack who that very second realised He had killed them both. Tears rolling down his face she kissed him in the forehead and told him not “Not to worry” as they both shared their final kiss.
“I look around and I see warriors. I see men and women putting themselves on the line to see us through. Have a look around and into the eyes of the person next to you. That person fought for you and you for them. Warriors! Surrendering was not an option and boy did we give them hell. In the midst of battle, everything went slow for me and I witnessed all of you running, nooo, charging into battle with one thought on your mind. Us. Now, we are here because of those who are not here. The ones who gave their lives. Let’s make sure we continue and strive to be the best we can so that those who gave their lives ,did for a reason. We will remember them by making sure they did not die in vain”
The alarm went off at 6.30am, I jumped out of bed and got ready for work. Today was a special day, today was the day I was meeting a girl for dinner and then a rock show. We met online and hit it off one week ago. I raced to work and having left the radio on too loud from last night, an anthem blasted out from the radio as I turned the car on. Normally in my line of work , I take great care in making sure everything is done correctly, to others it seems like I’m a lonely guy who has nothing else to do. However, not today. Today my mind raced around like rollercoaster and I counted down the hours, doing anything I could do pass the time. I even abandoned my colleagues at lunch to just make sure everything was booked and ready for tonight. This was my shot and I was taking it. Every time I looked at her online profile, I knew she was the one, I felt it. 5pm came and went and I was out the door. I didn’t need a reason to stay a minute longer. I rushed to the parking lot to get into my car and ran as I couldn’t wait. To pick her up on our very first date. I hope this lasts forever and ever.
I thought what became of the demon in the dark? The slithery monster who tormented my youth on occasion. Delicate with his hands and quiet as a mouse. That heavy breathing which meant it was close. I could never sleep and no one believed me not even my parents. The complaints, oh the crying to my parents hoping for answers, solutions even the suggestion of changing home.
What’s become of the demon in the dark? I wonder who visits her at night while she spends her days locked up.
