Personal Narrative On Murder

You must not tell anyone what I am about to tell you. This very secret can turn your life around, upside down, and inside out. You can never mention it to anyone or anything. It is for your own knowledge and no one else--not even your best friend or partner. I witnessed a murder years ago in my teenage years. A group of shady men surrounded a terrified couple in an abandoned alley. They almost discovered my hiding spot when I accidentally knocked over a trash can to get a better view. Thankfully, a cat saved me when it ran across the alley from the shadow of my hiding place. They continued their objective by loading the bodies into the trunk of their car, and drove away towards the ocean. I decided to follow them silently, leaving a large distance

The men dumped the bodies into the shore, making sure they drift away before turning back. When they got into their car, one of those men noticed my car in the distance as he continued to stare towards my direction. I pondered whether I should tell the police, but I knew that they would be able to find me. When I walk alone at night, I would be paranoid and carefully check my surroundings. The news channel announced a disappearance of a married couple, leaving their child behind. The guilt of knowing this truth ate me alive. How can a human live with the truth of a murder and not able to confess his or her knowledge? Countless of sleepless nights with the images haunting my mind and dreams. I barely look the same as I did before the murder. My face is gaunt and pale as my soul drained away. My guilt grew as time passed by, especially when I see their child suffered in the orphanage. Nightmares of the scene haunts me everyday, endless guilt and suffering caused myself to rot away. I often dream of myself being caught by those men in the same alley as before. Right at the moment before my death in those dreams, I would wake up in panic and