MURDER IN THE FIRST

She, an anonymous she, had done something wrong, but he wasn't sure what. He was in a blind rage. As he came to and the haze lifted off his brain he realized her throat was tightly gripped in his hands. Barley struggling at this point. Holding on to the last few bits of life, he realized it was his ex-girlfriend. Her gold chains intertwined between his fingers mixed with her locks of hair. It wasn't too late, he could let go and un-mangle her body, which had been brutally smashed back in half with multiple broken bones. 

He looked up towards his father. Who still had this daunting rage in his eyes. This gave the young man the feeling he should finish. And being at an anger of level 8, he did and she was lifeless. Quickly they realized this was wrong and regretted it. He wiped off the finger prints and they took off into the darkness that was only cut by the infrequent street lights. 

While walking away he realized maybe he hadn't wiped off the gold chains. Was it enough to conceal his identity. He does have priories, so the finger prints are definitely identifiable. As they scurried away a strange vehicle pulling into the parking lot and began to speed up. Shortly after a police unit turned in.  

On the way home they discussed their allaby. Maybe they were looking for a mechanic but left when no one was there. Or maybe they went straight home after work without stopping at all. The house was only around the corner. They got there fast without coming to a decision. Mom was pleased to see them. They tried playing it off and even tho they felt guilty, it worked. They checked under the hood of the car thinking of excuses they might use. They waited nervously every second felt like an hour. Waiting for a knock at the door or the phone to ring, but yet nothing happened. Had they not found any evidence linking them to the horrendous act? 

By nightfall the dog was trying to fly away. Ever time it would get about 10 feet in the air the pigeons would snip at its ears and ankles, pulling it down. Already in a bad mood the young man was getting angry. He started slapping each bird as it got close enough to hold the dog down. Whap, one bird. Thud, the second & so on. He looked over at his father, his mind still in outer space thinking of the possibilities that might arise. Thinking to himself he has so many troubles and wish that this wasn't piled on top. Hoping and wishing that this wasn't real and quit suddenly he woke up. Taking a few seconds to realize it was just a dream and calming down, bit by bit his heart rate slowing, thanking the universe it was just a dream