I’d been running for hours but I was getting nowhere. I just kept running but there wasn’t a door in sight. Darkness surrounded me, it was taken over me.
I stopped. I collapsed on the ground and started crying.
Calm down, I thought to myself. The paranoia was taking over. I sat myself down and started to think how I got here. It started 30 years ago and I was in jail. The first thing I did was ring home. I remember my mum telling me I’m a disgrace and I’m ashamed to call you my son. That phone call was like a bullet through my heart. I wished I didn’t do it. I was only fourteen at the time. I was part of a gang. It was called the bulletproof boys. We used to destroy everything, make loud noises and kill people. We used to be the top guns on the street until I had to do something dangerous. It was me and a lad called Bruce. There was a man who disrespected us so we thought we had to pay him a visit.
“Ready?” shivered Bruce.
I knew he was scared and so was I. I couldn’t mess this up. One little mistake and it could be over. I didn’t give him a reply straight away.
“Yep..... We can’t mess this up” I told him.
We haven’t done anything as dangerous as this and I could hear my heart beating like it was a stone being thrown on the ground.
“You go to the back and I’ll wait here for him” I whispered to Bruce.
Bruce ran to the back and I was there waiting at the front. We were there for twenty minutes. I was losing my patience. CCCCCRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKK. The door opened. I quickly hid behind the dustbin so he didn’t see me. He walked slowly the throw some rubbish in the bin. I quickly jumped out from behind and struck the knife at him. I didn’t kill him yet. I wanted to tell him to not disrespect me or any of his gang.
“Don’t do this son” shivered the old man.
“You shouldn’t have disrespected us fool” I told him in a strong, firm voice, trying to scare him.
“Good. You’ve got him” panted Bruce as he ran to the front. “WELL! What you waiting for” shouted Bruce.
“Don’t do it son” whispered the old man.
I was ready to do it. It was my chance and I wasn’t going to put it down. “ARRRGGGHHH” screamed the old man. Slowly he fell to the ground as he agonized the pain. I was just watching him fall. I smiled, full of joy but then the darkness, the regret, the hurt took over.
“Come on...Lets get out of here” said Bruce.
I could here fear in his voice. He started to run. I was there still watching. This is when I realised I made a mistake. I followed Bruce and ran.
That night I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was I took someone’s life away. I couldn’t sleep so I sneaked out and back to the old mans house. There were policemen everywhere in the area. I went to his house and there were even more policemen.
“Can I help you young mad” said a policeman who was walking past.
“No. I just came out for a walk.” I said softly. “Do you mind me asking what happened here” I said nervously.
“Poor man got stabbed. Possibly by two youths....One of them was Bruce Wayne, the other is still unidentified” said the policeman looking upset.
“Bruce Wayne.....he didn’t do anything.......I’m the one who stabbed him........I didn’t mean to.......I regret everything” I bursted out crying.
“Your under arrest for the murder of Kevin Little. Whatever you say may harm your defence”. Said the policeman.
His voice had changed rough. I was still weeping at this point.
A few weeks later I was in a cell waiting for my hearing. I couldn’t move. I could feel every nerve in body tense…I wanted to break free. I wanted to die. This feeling was killing me. I was going to tell the truth. I wasn’t proud of what I did.
“Your hearing is about to start…Come on…Lets go” said the grumpy old policeman. I was going to tell the truth and face the consequences. I walked in and all eyes were on me. My heart was beating faster and faster.
“HAARIS TARIQ, do you deny killing Kevin Little” shouted the judge.
“NO” I muttered. There was a stroke of silence. “I don’t deny anything and I feel that I deserve to get punished” I said as tears came pouring out my eyes.
“Very Well…I sentence you to 30 YEARS” shouted the judge.
30 years later I was out. It was like a jungle there. I was glad to be out. It was a rampage. I was happy I was out. I went for a walk to think of what I’m going to do and where I was going to go. There was a man behind me. I started walking faster but his speed also increased. His eyes didn’t leave me for a second. It looked like he was on a killing rampage and I was his next victim…
“Excuse me may I help you?” I said to him calmly.
“Maybe you can help my dad…..Kevin Little….Remember him” he whispered as he pulled a gun out.
“STOP! I didn’t mean to kill him….It w..was a huge mistake. I r…r….regret it. Everybody makes mistakes” I said as I was trying to keep my voice down.
“Well you made a big won” he said quietly “BY KILLING MY DAD!” he belted “WELL YOU KNOW WHATYOU ENDED MY DADS LIFE AND IM GOING TO END YOURS” he shouted
BANG!
I think I know where I am now. I think I’m in hell but the devils missing.
“Well your awake”. Every nerve screamed in body as I heard that voice.
“W….what are you” I muttered as I was in shock.
“I’m the head devil” he said looking proud.
“Where am I” I said as I was shivering. “Am I in hell” I said.
“No. Your nearly there. You’re the waiting room” said the devil.
“W…where’s that” I said as I as I still didn’t have a clue where I was.
“It not about where you are, but where you’re going to go. Heaven or Hell” said the devil.
My heart was pounding. I wasted my life. I was foolish to kill the old man.
“OK. Let’s sort this young man out” this voice was different. It made me calm. It made me feel happy. It was an aphrodisiac….
“WOW. You’re an angel” I said as my eyes were watching the angel in amazement.
“Shut up you fool. Let’s get him to the room” said the devil.
I felt myself being dragged. thrown about. Or was I imagining it? Was this real? Am I having a nightmare? Maybe I didn’t really kill Kevin Little?
The next moment I was in the room.
“How did that happen” I said.
“It’s a gift from god. We can teleport people and ourselves” said the angel happily.
The room was split in two. One side was black and surrounded by devils. There was a door and that side. The other was sky blue and was surrounded by angels. There was a door on that side as well.
“Let’s start.. I haven’t got a lot of time” said the devil looking angry. “ First up is the case of the murderer Haaris Tariq” said the devil. “Devils and Angels….Do you think a murderer should be spending his next million centuries in heaven” said the devil looking confident. “Kevin Little didn’t deserve to get murdered and this little punk did that” said the devil laughing.
“Hey…isn’t anybody going to stick up for me” I said nervously
“We’ll get to that soon” said the devil.
He looked determined to get me in hell and I didn’t have anybody helping me.
“He ruthlessly stabbed him to death….He shouldn’t have another chance” Said the devil in a cocky tone. “He looks treacherous….He shouldn’t be in heaven…All he’ll do is try to kill again” roared the devil. “I rest my case…Come on…. Try and get him into heaven said the devil to one of the angels.
“Yes he made a huge mistake but doesn’t god condone people” he said in a calm voice “He did his time and now let him be in heaven…Let him go as an untroubled man” said the angel.
I started getting more confident and I thought I had a chance to get into heaven.
“I’m pleading god to give him a chance and let him go to heaven” said the angel. “I rest my case” he said quietly.
30 minutes later and no one had made a move. I didn’t no what was going to happen to me. All I could do was pray that I get into heaven. I needed it. A note came flying down. The devil went and got it.
“GOD had made his choice” shouted the devil with excitement. “This fool killed and innocent man, therefore he will be joining us in hell” shouted the devil.
“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I screamed.
Two devils grabbed me. I tried to fight them. I couldn’t go to hell. I fought with all my power not to go to hell. They were dragging me. Another opened the door. They were going to throw me in and kill me.
“Please.. don’t make me go” I cried.
“Push him hared lads” shouted the devil.
BANG! They threw a 44 year old man into hell so he can get tortured and punished for ever. Always he will suffer for the crimes that he’d committed. Forever he will repent, thinking it could get him out of hell but once you’ve entered you may never get out.
