Without being fully aware of what I was doing I began running to the back of the house, and I made it all the way to the middle of the backyard before I realized there was no point. I do not know what I thought I would find as I started running, but I just needed to get out of there. My terrible day had just turned horrific, and I could not handle any more bad events.
It was then that I realized that I had to go back in. Eventually people would discover her, and I would just look guilty. As I started walking back in I began thinking about all my options. Someone must had seen me enter the house because it was the middle of the day. I knew that no matter what I would be the first suspect since I was the only one there. I know that my story is true, but what if they do not believe it. However, the longer I took to decide my plan, the guiltier I looked. I then decided that I could not risk if someone saw me entering the house. My only option was to call the cops and tell my story.
I made the call and waited outside on the porch. It did not take very long for them to show up, as I am sure there is much more haste when it comes to murders. The cops immediately began questioning me. It did not take very long for me to be on the verge of a panic attack. I tried to reign it in, considering that it would probably only frame me as more accusable than I already was.
After a few minutes, I could tell they began developing an opinion in regard to my conviction. They assumed that I was mentally unstable, and that tricking me was the only way
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Without being fully aware of what I was doing I began
running to the back of the house, and I made it all the way to the middle of the backyard before I realized there was no point. I do not know what I thought I would find as I started running, but I just needed to get out of there. My terrible day had just turned horrific, and I could not handle any more bad events.
It was then that I realized that I had to go back in.
Eventually people would discover her, and I would just look guilty. As I started walking back in I began thinking about all my options. Someone must had seen me enter the house because it was the middle of the day. I knew that no matter what I would be the first suspect since I was the only one there. I know that my story is true, but what if they do not believe it. However, the longer I took to decide my plan, the guiltier I looked. I then decided that I could not risk if someone saw me entering the house. My only option was to call the cops and tell my story.
I made the call and waited outside on the porch. It did not
take very long for them to show up, as I am sure there is much more haste when it comes to murders. The cops immediately began questioning me. It did not take very long for me to be on the verge of a panic attack. I tried to reign it in, considering that it would probably only frame me as more accusable than I already was.
After a few minutes, I could tell they began developing an
opinion in regard to my conviction. They assumed that I was
mentally unstable, and that tricking me was the only way