The Road Monologue

I tell this sullen filled story from the fiery pits of hell where I will never again be at peace away from the endless torments of the heartless devil. There is a long bitter story for how my once luxurious life transformed into such a somber cruel existence. It was but a month ago I had been driving in a nonchalant manner through my placid neighborhood after the the joyous sun had set and the moon had taken over with it’s shadows casted through the thick darkness. If i was to guess, my speed was exceeding 60 miles per hour through the quiet residential area with a measly speed limit of 25 miles per hour. How foolish i had been putting so many lives in danger, yet at the moment i was living my life with no thought of the danger being invoked

I was just finishing up with the first grave when the man had woken from his unconscious state of mind and began shrieking loudly. I had instantly been filled with joy for he wasn’t dead, he had slipped the grasp of death and had regained consciousness. Then it had dawned on me that my joy was premature. I was in too deep and could not go back. I had made decisions that were irreversible, so i did what any new convict would do. I took a baseball swing with the broad side of the shovel and crushed the guy's skull to insure that he would no longer bring attention to our location. Although a convict, i still felt remorse for the man and began crying again as i if finished creating the second grave for the man’s dog. I finished up and hurried home peering over my shoulder the whole time expected to be stopped by a policeman for being out so late. I finally got home and had to sneak around the motion sensored light in front of my garage and in through the back door. I quickly tried to fall asleep for i had school the next day, but it seemed my body was in a zombie like state that allowed me to stare at the ceiling and nothing else. I could not get the terrorizing images of all that happened that night out of my head. I kept replaying the tragedy over and over each time the impact more intense and the images even more graphic. At some point the tears had exhausted my

At some point from my room to the kitchen i had realized that the horrors of the previous night were not a nightmare but a bleak reality. I instantly became scatter brained as i had been the night before. I made it through breakfast and was headed out to my car when i realized the front left corner of the car had blood smudges left over from the night before. With this new finding, i began go panick and decided it would best to rush to the nearest car wash and have the car regain it true color. AAs i was washing the car i realized that it was easy to wash the blood off the car, but it was impossible to wash the blood of ,y hands. I would forever be guilty and never be able to forget the previous night's