I cannot help but wonder how I ended my Saturday night in this murky cell at three in the morning; head pounding, heart-racing, and irritation at some androgynous woman named Kelly who has been trying to woo me since I was thrown in here. After only an hour, I know that she is divorced, has 3 children and is against anyone who does not share her views. As time passes, I observe my surroundings and realize it is very cold in this cell and the only light i am able to see is the one in the long hallway that I stumbled down not too many hours ago. The cell is very cramped and there is a busted pipe underneath the toilet that constantly drips which adds to my distaste for the current predicament I am facing. All I want to do is to sleep but of course the bed is so uncomfortable that I might as well be laying on concrete. So I stare at the ceiling instead, tuning out Kelly’s voice and asking myself how long it will be until I get my phone call.
This entire situation is a complete misunderstanding. My bloodied attire does not put me at fault. I shot him in self defense. I have the right to bear arms so I do not see how I ended up being taken to jail. Robberies had become a common occurrence within my neighborhood recently so I had gotten a gun for precautions. I had come home earlier than usual and heard questioning sounds, instantly grabbing my gun for protection. As I quietly go up the stairs, all that is heard is the rustling of drawers opening and closing. I nervously round the corner to enter the first bedroom and am immediately met with an empty space. Blowing out a breath I did not know I was even holding, I brace myself before going to search the next room.
When I push the room's door open, I am instantly ambushed and he is on top of me. We are knocked into the hall and my gun has slid out of my reach. The unknown burglar sees that the gun has fell and we both jump to retrieve it. He reaches and twists my arm which is closest to the gun. Yelling out in pain, I turn so that he is behind me and slam him into the wall. As he slams into the wall, the hanging portraits fall and glass shatters throughout the hallway. I run to get the gun and he jumps on me taking us both down again. He grabs a piece of glass and attempts to lodge it in my shoulder. It almost misses but scrapes my skin. Despite the blood dripping, I am able to grab the gun. When he notices, he goes to stab me in the chest. Before he is able to, I shoot him in his torso. Shocked, he freezes and his blood is now staining my clothes. I push him off of me and point the gun directly at his head.
Suddenly, the police barges in my home and instructs me to freeze. I drop the gun and raise my hands not wanting to pose as a threat. They advance towards me and cuff my wrists, not asking any questions. They yell requesting that the intruder gets medical assistance. Moments after, I am thrown in the back of a police car and see the thief being wheeled into an ambulance. I was thrown in jail solely based on the fact that I shot a man, no questions asked.
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