Creative Writing: After The Murder Of Fortunato's Death
After the Murder of Fortunato's Death
Guilt, error, mistake, dishonor, shame, a mistake, you’ll pay for what you did. Those words keep floating in my head. The feeling just is made me sick. It wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried they just wouldn’t shake. I didn’t feel what I thought I feel. I didn’t feel happy or even with what he had done I didn’t feel one ounce of ecstatic. Fortunato’s death is also the death of I. Every step I take is another step closer to the dome I put myself in. This is what I become a murder, a monster. The letter, that letter was my only hope for feeling anything but ashamed of myself. Even telling someone, anyone didn’t shake the feeling of killing someone else with my bare hand. The only time I felt accomplished …show more content…
I just couldn’t get the right words out. “Yes?” She asked in a question.
“I d-did something” then i paused. Took a breath and gulped. “Something Bad”
“What did you do?”
“I-I am…” could I say it? I am a man not a wuss. I will pay for what i did. And I will take it like a man.
“I am a murder. I killed someone. I killed Fortunato. It was my attempt of getting revenge.” I said smoothly. She gasped. Wide eyes she picked up the phone and called someone.
“Wait here sir.” I nodded. There was a pause. Silence was near. “You did the right thing. Not many people admit they have done wrong. But you, you should we can correct the wrongdoings. You should be proud that you here and not running away from this problem.” I sighed only if I was a real man. There were heavy footsteps that were getting louder every time they get closer to us.
“Sir you’ll have to come with us.” Commanded a deep voice that came from the officer. I nodded. Ashamed. Ashamed that it came down to this. The officer and I came to a halt. They put me in the cell. Locked it and he disappeared in the dark hallway. Is this what the rest of my life will be like stuck in a petite cell? Waiting for the darkest days of them all.
Guilt, error, mistake, dishonor, shame, a mistake, you’ll pay for what you did. Those words keep floating in my head. The feeling just is made me sick. It wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried they just wouldn’t shake. I didn’t feel what I thought I feel. I didn’t feel happy or even with what he had done I didn’t feel one ounce of ecstatic. Fortunato’s death is also the death of I. Every step I take is another step closer to the dome I put myself in. This is what I become a murder, a monster. The letter, that letter was my only hope for feeling anything but ashamed of myself. Even telling someone, anyone didn’t shake the feeling of killing someone else with my bare hand. The only time I felt accomplished …show more content…
I just couldn’t get the right words out. “Yes?” She asked in a question.
“I d-did something” then i paused. Took a breath and gulped. “Something Bad”
“What did you do?”
“I-I am…” could I say it? I am a man not a wuss. I will pay for what i did. And I will take it like a man.
“I am a murder. I killed someone. I killed Fortunato. It was my attempt of getting revenge.” I said smoothly. She gasped. Wide eyes she picked up the phone and called someone.
“Wait here sir.” I nodded. There was a pause. Silence was near. “You did the right thing. Not many people admit they have done wrong. But you, you should we can correct the wrongdoings. You should be proud that you here and not running away from this problem.” I sighed only if I was a real man. There were heavy footsteps that were getting louder every time they get closer to us.
“Sir you’ll have to come with us.” Commanded a deep voice that came from the officer. I nodded. Ashamed. Ashamed that it came down to this. The officer and I came to a halt. They put me in the cell. Locked it and he disappeared in the dark hallway. Is this what the rest of my life will be like stuck in a petite cell? Waiting for the darkest days of them all.