Injustice

~Okay, we give this story a M classification, if only for the themes in it. it's pretty intense. enjoy!~


He’s waiting out there. I can hear him. He’s going to kill me. As I sit alone in the dark eerie cupboard, the words I never thought I could say bubbled up inside like a hot liquid. They burned me. I could feel the bruises of when he last hit me. They hurt like all hell.

His footsteps begin to creep closer and my heart begins to race. I feel around the cupboard for something, anything I could use to protect myself. All my fingers felt were just empty space. I continued to search even though i knew i hadn’t the smallest hope, until, my fingers made contact with something. It was smooth and cool. I reached out further and my hand closed around something hard and metal.

I thought I knew what it was and that I could use it, but I had to make sure. I strained my ears to listen. His footsteps were moving away. I was safe, for now. I took my chance and flicked the light switch. I looked down, and what I was holding was a small revolver. I gasped in relief, but then I was shocked at myself. Could I really use this to end someone’s life? If it came to self defence i probably could, but not in cold blood.

I listened again, the footsteps were coming back. My heart beat faster and faster. My fingers curled tighter around the gun. This was purely defence i thought to myself. He’s going to kill you unless you do something about it. The cupboard door creaked open. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger...

My neighbours rang the police. They didn’t know what was happening. I explained that it was only to protect myself. I explained that he beat my and abused me. I showed them the bruises, and still they took me away. I was charged with murder and sentenced to 20 years imprisonment. All that for self defence, how is that fair?

By Olivia and Kaitlyn