My Bad Life

I had an abrasion on my mind. It was electrifying to me to see that gruesome eye every single day and I felt that I had to clad it. The only way to do that was to kill it. I would never endeavor to kill that evil eye of that old man, but I had to do. 7 days, willing to do it. Every single of these days I would gingerly go to his room to see if I could, but I couldn't. It had to be the perfect moment and I wanted that eye to be opened.


I knew the inventory of this old man. I knew he had gold and I knew he was rich but I didn't want. I wanted that eye to succumb. Days passed and passed until the day. The day. The 8th day. I felt dehydrated and I drank a glass of water and then I went to his room. It was 12:00, the perfect time. I  surmised he was asleep, so I entered. I steadily pushed the door, simulating like if I was a ghost in a scary movie. I entered the room completely and I took my knife. I turned my lantern on, so he woke up. As soon as the old man´s eye opened, anger derived me, and the next thing I knew, I had buried the knife in the eye.


It was all very fast and I felt a lot of satisfaction. I felt like if all of my dreams had come true. A grimace crossed my face because of all the blood that I left and then I started to fell a little scared. I did it all in a cursory way, not thinking of all the mess that I would do. 10 minutes later, the police arrived. Somebody had called them as soon as they heard the scream that the man made. They started asking me questions and I was getting irritated. They told me to corroborate if I murdered someone and I said that I didn't. After they checked all the house, they saw the blood of the body. Ten minutes later, I was sharing a cell with a man in jail.