I didn’t mean to kill him. It was my instinct. He was robbing the gas station, harassing the cashier, and pointing a gun at her. I started beating him up, and he shot. It missed, thankfully, and I grabbed the gun. I shot, of course, and it hit him in the head. Just then, the cops showed up. They took it from there, and the ambulance took the shooter away. I was informed a few hours later that he didn’t make it. His family pressed charges. I’m going into questioning in a few hours. I might be put in jail until they find out what he really did. Killed my mother. Call me crazy, but 4 years ago my mother was murdered. All the evidence led up to him, a family friend at the time. The police never figured it out, but I knew. I’m glad he’s dead. I’ve avenged my mother, finally. I don’t care if they sentence me to death. At least I’ll be with my mom.