Told by the killer
I really don't get why killing people is bad but there are so many things these days that influence people to kill. Killers are in books, movies and in the newspaper and legends. It's like society is just telling us that killing is bad but just do it anyway because you may as well.
Until that night I shot that woman I never really held a gun before. I muffled my scream by biting my tongue and had to steady myself on the fence around that guy with the accent - southern style I'd say. The guy's name was Marilo.
Anyway back to what happened, I followed Marilo back to his place. I was wearing really dark blue because black stands out too much (according to Wikipedia). I watched him walk into his yard and got the gun ready by balancing it on the fence.
Unknown to me was that while I was getting ready to fire, Marilo had decided to do up his shoelaces. Because of that, I mistook his chick friend as Marilo and pulled the trigger twice and gunned her down. I was such a stupid idiot. I should have known by the longer hair and the womanly figure but in the darkness I really couldn't make that out.
While Marilo gawked at his dead friend I made a run for it. I think I was in shock since I didn't remember much until I was crouched behind some hedges to hide trying to calm down.
Once I had calmed down I started to panic. I knew there would be a police search and I might be someone who's going to be questioned and searched.
Fortunately, no one knows I have a gun licence since I really don't. The gun I had in my shirt pocket was what I stole from a farmer that I secretly hated. I knew I couldn't make it there on foot and my car wasn't around so I knew I had to dispose of it.
Most people would have thrown the gun in the lake but that's always the first place someone looks for things when it comes to investigations.
I left the gardens and searched the gutters until I found an opening for water to run down and into the sewage. I could hear the sound of fast flowing rivers. With trembling hands, I dropped it into the sewage where the gun disappeared without a trace.
Breathing a sigh of relief I went home. There was the sound of faint police sirens. I came to the conclusion that Marilo had decided to finally call the cops. I guess he too was in shock and it took him a while to finally call them.
I couldn't sleep that night. Seriously who can sleep after they killed someone? I knew tomorrow I would have to practice keeping a straight face and not being nervous if the cops decided to question me.
But I knew that I would probably be one of the last people they would question.