I really didn’t mean to!
It happened so fast.
The gun went off just like that!
And I saw him go down with a thud!
He layed there, very still.
Oh my God! What have I done?
I just took someone’s life.
But I am not a murderer.
It was either me or him.
He wanted to kill me
Because I was ” cheating” on him.
He beat me up to a pulp
As he always did when he was drunk.
But today, he pulled out a gun
And pointed it on my face.
I saw my life flashing before my eyes
Whatever happened to me after that, I don’t know.
I found the gun in my hands
And I took him out with his own gun.
Now, he’s dead and I am scared.
And I can hear people approaching
Because they heard the gunshots.
I have to run for my life now.
They wouldn’t believe it was self- defence.
I have to get away,
Further and further away from here.
I do not want to be killed by the mob justice.
So it’s better to run and hide
And live life like a fugitive.