My Side Of The Story

Yeah I was at McGill's the night Katie Marcus was murdered. Yes I saw her dancing on the bar with two of her friends. Did I kill her? No. Katie left the bar with her friends 15 minutes before I did and that was the last I ever saw of her. The back of her head as she walked out of the entrance into the night. I stumbled out of the bar around 1 am to walk home. I started walking towards my house but the next thing I know I'm headed towards Sean's childhood home. I find myself drifting back to that street, drowning in my memories. I walked up and down Sean's street 10 times before I finally was able to drift home. On my way back to the house I was stopped by a guy on the street. He walked straight up to me and said "Your wallet or your life, I'm leaving with one of them". How cheesy was that line. That guy clearly watched way too many crime movies. By the look in his eye, I knew he was serious. I began to reach for my wallet when something inside of me snapped. I wasn't going to let this guy or anyone take advantage of me, not again. I was not going to let myself be a victim any longer. I clenched my hand into a fist and swung as hard as I possibly could, connecting with his cheekbone. He was expecting it at all. He toppled over and I jumped on top of him, slamming his head into the sidewalk. Not knowing that he had a knife in his hand until it sliced me down the stomach. I just kept on smashing his head into the ground. I couldn't stop. I punched, I kicked, I stomped. The whole time we were on the ground I could only picture what happened to me in that basement. I could only see the faces of Henry and George, touching me, talking to me. I did everything to that mugger that I've wished for so long that I could've done to those "cops". After a few minutes, he stopped fighting back. His eyes were shut and his body became limp. I finally stood up staring down at what I had just done. He was dead, I knew it. But what do I do now. I dragged his body into an ally and hid it behind some boxes while I ran as fast as I could back to the house to pick up my car. Blood draining from stomach and my knuckles. What have I done. When I arrived at my house I dove into the drivers seat and sped away. I pulled up to the ally and dragged the unknown muggers body into my trunk. I drove around for a while while my wound oozed all over my car. That was the least of my worries at that moment. What was I suppose to do with his body. Where do I put it. Finally I ended up at the pier and decided that my best option was to throw his body into the water and act like nothing ever happened. I pulled his body out of the trunk and hoisted him over the railings and into the ocean. It's like it never even happened.