I Think I Have Killed a Person
By Lauren Le Page , aged 12
I see him. I see him grab my wallet and run, I look around, no one is watching me. I make a run for it; I chase him down the alleyway and up to the top of the cliff. He tells me some poor excuse why I should forgive him but I don’t believe him, his story doesn’t even make sense, I can’t remember anything else, the rest is just a blur.
I wake up and get out of bed and go to the front door, the newspaper is folded up and has been pushed through my door. On the front page, there it is - the picture of the cliff and blood on the sand, and clothes floating in the water and the question, “Did you see anything?” I throw the newspaper to the ground and think back to see if I can remember anything else but no, nothing, then something comes back. I remember what I said, my words were, “Everything you have just told me is a complete and utter lie. Now tell me the truth and we might both live.” Oh did I really, did I.... no, no I didn’t at least I don’t think.. I was drunk so that’s probably why I don’t remember. There is a knock at the door, I look through the curtains and there, standing right there as I expected, are the police. I have to let them in because they have seen the porch light on. I open the door a little bit, the woman says, “Mr Smith?” “Yes,” I say. “We were wondering if you knew anything about the death of Mr Macey.” “No,” I say sharply and I slam the door and fall to the ground. “What have I done?” I whisper to myself, “What have I done?”