It was a rainy night. I just came back from Natasha’s birthday party. It was already eleven o’clock, mum was there staring at me when I came into the room.
She started yelling at me, then I argued back. It went on for two hours. Suddenly, I got furious. I wore my gloves and went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife. I was trying to kill her. The knife went through mum’s heart. Her eyes went wide open. Few minutes later the floor became red.
I tried to think but there was no time to think. Then I just took some money and ran to a motel.
One day in the hotel, I turned on the television and it was reporting about mum. I couldn’t mention the guilt in my heart.
At last I couldn’t stand the guilt. I went to a police station and turned myself in. For a while, people always saw my name on the television, newspaper or cellphone. I’m ashamed of myself.
Now, I am in jail, without sunlight, without seeing my future. Until now, I can still feel the blood on my hands, I can still can see the shock in my mum’s eyes, I wish I had not done that.