Creative Writing: The Murderer
I pulled the trigger. Bang, bang, bang. Two shots for each police officer that stood before me. I wasn’t high. I wasn’t drunk. And I definitely wasn't crazy…
“I guess the reason I shot them is because I felt trapped. At least that's the reason I keep telling myself.” “So that’s the reason”, said the lawyer.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t really have a reason. I just did it.”
“Did you know who the officers were?”
“No, sir. All I truly know is that I killed them, which makes me the murderer. I have nothing to hide. I’m ashamed of what I did but I have no reason why.”
“I have nothing further”, he announced to the jury.
“The ruling will be announced tomorrow”, said the judge. I already know I’m guilty. I know I'm guilty. I killed them. I murdered those two innocent officers. And I don't even know the reason why. The cops came and …show more content…
took me back to my holding cell. I only had one more day in this cell before I would be announced guilty. I have never had anything on my criminal record until now, November 3, 2016. “Omari? Omari McClanihan?” announced the cop.
“Yes I am here”, I said.
By the amount of light coming through the small cell window, I could tell it was early in the morning. Maybe around 4:30. Why was he here waking me up now? I mean I’m not complaining. I haven't been sleeping. I have been trying to figure out why I shot them. Why had I decided to give up my freedom, especially when my fiance just announced her pregnancy with our second child? My dad just announced he was cancer-free. Maybe becau….
“Omari? The judge has decided to announce your verdict earlier than expected. The hearing will be at 7 instead of 9:30.”
“Okay. Thank you for telling me, sir.”
“No problem. Best of luck to you”, said the officer.
I sat there and thought. What if he could see right through me? What if he knew that I was truly a good man inside? What if I did truly snap? That must be it. I am crazy. That's why I shot them. I didn’t shoot them because I felt trapped. I decided that I should get some sleep before my long road trip to the state prison.
Guilty. That was the only word I truly understood the entire time I sat in the courtroom. It’s no surprise. I knew, along with everyone else in the country, that I was guilty. I must have been in the van for a while now. The passenger next to the driver was very fidgety. Then, as if reading my mind, the driver said,
“We only have an hour left. We have been driving for four hours now.”
“Thank you.”
“You talk! I have tried talking to you for sometime now, with no response. I thought you were just ignoring us.”
“Oh sorry, sir. I have just been thinking.”
“About what”, he asked.
“Things you wouldn't understand”, I said as nicely as possible. I was a good man. I always respected police officers. Should I still respect police officers though? I mean after what I did to those two cops.
“You're right”, he said quietly.
Then it became quiet. The engine and the wind against the side of the van is the only sound. I noticed I was completely alone in this cell-like part. Maybe they were scared to transport anyone with me because I am a potential threat to society. Maybe. But I like the quiet. It calms me. The quiet allows me to think…
“Sir, are you okay”, asked the tall, strong, and calm cop.
“Sir, can you hear me?”, he asked.
“I think he is high, officer Collin.” said the younger, inexperienced cop.
“No. I don't think so.” he answered back.
“Sir, what’s your name?” asked the calm cop. As soon as he finished I pulled the gun out and shot them.
“I’m a terrible person”, I said aloud not meaning to.
“What you did was very cruel but by the way you have acted in this van, I can tell you are a very nice and genuine man inside. Why did you do it”, the driver asked. What do I say? What excuse do I use now? Do I just be honest?
“Sir, out of no disrespect but I have no idea why I did this vicious thing to two innocent people.”
“What a shame. I am very sorry”, he said. At this point I began to tear up. I was beginning to break
down
“I guess the reason I shot them is because I felt trapped. At least that's the reason I keep telling myself.” “So that’s the reason”, said the lawyer.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t really have a reason. I just did it.”
“Did you know who the officers were?”
“No, sir. All I truly know is that I killed them, which makes me the murderer. I have nothing to hide. I’m ashamed of what I did but I have no reason why.”
“I have nothing further”, he announced to the jury.
“The ruling will be announced tomorrow”, said the judge. I already know I’m guilty. I know I'm guilty. I killed them. I murdered those two innocent officers. And I don't even know the reason why. The cops came and …show more content…
took me back to my holding cell. I only had one more day in this cell before I would be announced guilty. I have never had anything on my criminal record until now, November 3, 2016. “Omari? Omari McClanihan?” announced the cop.
“Yes I am here”, I said.
By the amount of light coming through the small cell window, I could tell it was early in the morning. Maybe around 4:30. Why was he here waking me up now? I mean I’m not complaining. I haven't been sleeping. I have been trying to figure out why I shot them. Why had I decided to give up my freedom, especially when my fiance just announced her pregnancy with our second child? My dad just announced he was cancer-free. Maybe becau….
“Omari? The judge has decided to announce your verdict earlier than expected. The hearing will be at 7 instead of 9:30.”
“Okay. Thank you for telling me, sir.”
“No problem. Best of luck to you”, said the officer.
I sat there and thought. What if he could see right through me? What if he knew that I was truly a good man inside? What if I did truly snap? That must be it. I am crazy. That's why I shot them. I didn’t shoot them because I felt trapped. I decided that I should get some sleep before my long road trip to the state prison.
Guilty. That was the only word I truly understood the entire time I sat in the courtroom. It’s no surprise. I knew, along with everyone else in the country, that I was guilty. I must have been in the van for a while now. The passenger next to the driver was very fidgety. Then, as if reading my mind, the driver said,
“We only have an hour left. We have been driving for four hours now.”
“Thank you.”
“You talk! I have tried talking to you for sometime now, with no response. I thought you were just ignoring us.”
“Oh sorry, sir. I have just been thinking.”
“About what”, he asked.
“Things you wouldn't understand”, I said as nicely as possible. I was a good man. I always respected police officers. Should I still respect police officers though? I mean after what I did to those two cops.
“You're right”, he said quietly.
Then it became quiet. The engine and the wind against the side of the van is the only sound. I noticed I was completely alone in this cell-like part. Maybe they were scared to transport anyone with me because I am a potential threat to society. Maybe. But I like the quiet. It calms me. The quiet allows me to think…
“Sir, are you okay”, asked the tall, strong, and calm cop.
“Sir, can you hear me?”, he asked.
“I think he is high, officer Collin.” said the younger, inexperienced cop.
“No. I don't think so.” he answered back.
“Sir, what’s your name?” asked the calm cop. As soon as he finished I pulled the gun out and shot them.
“I’m a terrible person”, I said aloud not meaning to.
“What you did was very cruel but by the way you have acted in this van, I can tell you are a very nice and genuine man inside. Why did you do it”, the driver asked. What do I say? What excuse do I use now? Do I just be honest?
“Sir, out of no disrespect but I have no idea why I did this vicious thing to two innocent people.”
“What a shame. I am very sorry”, he said. At this point I began to tear up. I was beginning to break
down