Butterflies- Chapter 1 By Saje Eggleston-Harris 2:43 am I’m alone. It’s dark, cold, and quiet. Blood drips from the side of my cheeks. I feel cold. The frigid temperatures have made it so that I can’t move. Sirens I hear but still, I don’t move. My eyes feel different as if they were to overflow. Frozen in time. The warm blood continues to fall down my frozen face. Later police question me like I’m some sort of criminal. Still frozen I don’t respond. What is the feeling that is holding me hostage? Why am I frozen? Frozen still from the moment in time when I was sinful. “Unholy” I was called by the chief of police. He looked at me sideways. All I see is the moment in time when I was wicked. Was is the keyword. 6 years had passed since I did the unspeakable. I got out 5 years later from bail. 25 million dollars. I was still on the news, reporters, police, locals, trying to figure out what my problem is, and why was I freed. Why I would assassinate 11 people in one night? Why? Why? Why?
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