Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

After that day at the police station, he kept tabs on me so I knew his threat to kill me was something that was real. He followed me from a distance ; I had this fear that death was watching me but I knew I had to fight back because I knew justice in the courts won’t bring me peace especially with cops … A peace that I have only felt since the day I killed the man who killed me .
I could take the pain anymore, I needed to do something . He has being following me for weeks its time to plant my trap. My plan is working he has followed me like I knew he would. Today’s the day I take back what he took all those months ago. I knew I was his weakness. Now I am going to use against him, the one thing he feeds off of... The Hunt. As I look at my set up I
know I am doing what needs to be done. I am doing what the courts can’t. The courts wouldn’t give me the justice I deserve because he is a cop.
A cop that is still holding power and a gun , prancing around like I god well I suffer every day. It ends today this pain and suffering will be gone once I rid of him. For that fact I am taking matters into my own hands. I hear the door to the warehouse close and I know he has fallen for my trick. I am so nervous I don’t think I can do this anymore … No!! I have to be strong. I have to take the law into my own hands. I have to bring justice down because god knows he has probably done this millions of time. I want to save those girls form the suffering that I have been through. I must end him now! The footsteps get closer and the door opens. He walks in warily and spots me standing .A perplexed look washes over his face; he thought he was going to surprise me. Oh boy was he wrong. My attacker starts taunting me about how much I like what he did to me and how he was going to do it again .When he said those words my body froze and I began inflamed with disgust for him. He takes two steps towards me to grab my arm but I am faster this time and side step his move. A smile appears on his face; he thinks this is a game and he is right but it is not his game its mine. My attacker lunges towards me
with the intent to catch me unfortunately for him my .38 caliber goes off. And the gun goes off again and again . His screams are like music to my hears. I shot him in his arm and he screams out in pain; clutching his arm for dear life. I shoot his leg and all I hear are his howls. A pool of vibrant red covering the dirty warehouse floor, the walls are painted as if for an art project. The sight is so breathtaking it is scary how much I love his pain.. the sight of blood used to make me ill but now all it does is bring me joy. He is finally suffering. Justice is on my side I am doing what is right . I use my gun again and shoot him right in the chest, a place where his heart should have been. I finally understand why he did those things to me. The thrill of the kill made me finally feel alive have been dead since the day he took my innocence and today I was given my revenge .
As I await my sentence, I look to my parents, I wish they didn’t have to see me like this but I think they understand why I did this and that’s all that matters to me . I ponder constantly if the rest of my life is worth the crime I committed but then I hear myself laugh because it was worth it . He was the real monster, I am just the monster who hides behind pain .I am called to stand and hear what the jury had decided. . My fate is in their hands and all I can do is stand and listen to their rushed words.
They cant look me in the face, but it’s understandable. I know what the verdict will be .I sees his face in my head that deviled man and I know I did the right thing. If going to jail is my punishment for breaching the law then so be it. All I know is that I saved his future victims the pain and suffering of losing themselves. Now is the moment of truth, will I be condemned for my sins or glorified for my doings? Will I be noble hero or tragic hero? The bailiff stands, opens the envelope with my future in it. He announces clearly that they found me guilty on all counts of murder. Gasps fill the court room and even the judge doesn’t seem to agree with this but I guess I saw this coming. Anyway I was hoping I would get the part of the tragic hero.