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i killed him all right. i walked up
behind him and i stabbed him
between his thoracic cage and i
watched him seize the ground
like he was kissing his mother.
i watched him bleed for a few minutes
and i watched him beg and i watched him
cry and i watched him struggle when he
tried to crawl and i watched him dance his
failing breaths as they left his lips. i also
watched his sight fade to blackness when
i stuck the knife into his throat.
i told them it was self-defense, and they believed me.
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it was calming, the silence. it didn't
seem to last very long, but it was calming
still to sit across from the woman and
watch her reaction. she looked almost
like she wanted to open her mouth and ask
me something else, but she kept her posture
and she didn't say word. i scraped some dirt
off the side of the shoe and said, "you don't
have any other questions."
her eyes were like fire. "would you mind
if i ask a few more?" i got the impression
she still recognized me as a child, and this
was the mistake i knew she was doomed
to repeat over and over, no matter how many
times my answers set her straight. it was like
american history: instead of learning from one's
problems, the whole of the people decide to forget
and belong. it wasn't an issue of ignorance, just
pure stupidity wrapped in patriotism.
"maybe later," i said. "i need a nap
or two." she stood up and readied herself
to leave my cell. the guards never lock
mine, so she could immediately walk
out, but she didn't; she stood at th
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something country was playing
in the back of my head. it was
coming from the speakers behind the cell,
and i couldn't shut it off. hicks versing
about "lovin' highways" and "cruisin' sigh ways"
drove me to kick one of the bars with my
shoe until it felt like breaking off, but finally
the song changed
to more country.
i'd been staying at the station for
two days at that point, keeping low in the holding cell
until they could contact my uncle or something.
they were going to put in the protection
of child services, but i told them that if they
did that i would run away, or jump off a bridge, onto
thick, jagged rocks, to my death, so they
let me stay in one of the two empty cells
they had available. from time to time,
they would bring in suspects to share my
time with in the adjacent cell, but they weren't
harmful at all. the officers who brought each one in
always told me to be careful and not to do anything
they asked me to. i nodded and said, "sure."
it was five minutes before the firs
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