Deadly Accident

She didn’t mean to kill him. She wouldn’t do such a thing, even in her worst nightmares. BUT… there he was. Cold. Pale. Breathless. Laying in a dark alleyway. He was just a teen, still too young to drive. All she was trying to do was take a midnight stroll in her neighborhood. She never would have guessed that she would kill someone.  

Samantha, a 19-year-old girl, barely an adult, covered her tear-streaked face with quivering hands. She ran back home hoping nobody saw her. As she entered the front door, she breathed a sigh of relief. Nobody was awake, well, except her dog T-Bone. T-Bone was always awake. He is a medium-sized pug with huge eyes that twitch every time an object moves directly in his path. His long, pink tongue always sticks out of the side of his mouth. He is such a silly boy.

* Grrrr *  

“T-Bone, T-Bone shhh it's okay, it’s just me!” Samantha whispered. “You’re going to wake up Mom and Dad!”

 Samantha reached for her phone in her pocket. To her dismay, her fingers felt something small and sharp... something sticky. 

 “When did this get here?” Samantha thought thought in shock.

She took the piece out of her pocket. She couldn't see the object, so she turned on her bedroom lamp to find out it was glass. A bloody piece of glass. Scared, Samantha was pacing back and forth breathing heavily trying to remember how that piece of glass got there. 

All of a sudden the scene replayed in slow motion. The flashback wouldn't lie. While Samantha was crying, a tall, chubby man carefully put something in her right side pocket. A guy in a black mask. 

It takes time for her to say...

“THAT’S IT!” she whispered to herself. 

Samantha ran to where she thought she killed the boy. As she retraced her steps, her mind was racing. 'Did I kill someone? An innocent little boy? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?’

 When she got to the alleyway, there were lots of policemen and paramedics. She saw red and blue strobing lights.

“Oh, there she is! hey young lady, get over here, you’re under arrest!” said someone behind her.

“You killed an innocent young man!”

Samantha looks behind her. Sees a police officer.  

“No, Sir you don’t understand! I didn’t kill him! I swear!”

“Yeah right that’s what everyone says, you tried to run. But you got caught red-handed, we have the evidence to prove it!”

“And is that glass in your pocket?”

“Sir, I didn’t kill anyone!”

“ Just get into the vehicle!”

“They just don’t understand, do they?” She thought.

As she was walking to the police officer's car, she saw a black mask in the officer's left back pocket. 

“Hey sir, what is in your pocket? Is that a black ski mask?” Samantha asked.

“Oh this, well… Uhh, don’t worry about that! Now just get to the car.” The officer replied.

As Samantha was walking towards the vehicle, she took time to realize that he was the officer who killed the kid, that she didn’t kill anyone! That the officer was the criminal. 

“I said, get into the ca-”

She kicked the man in the groin and attempted to run back home as fast as her legs could. 

The policemen followed her.

"Ma'am, get back here right this instant!"

Samantha ignored. She ran so fast she could not stop. Her heart was racing. She felt like she was running a marathon.

Samantha saw her house across the road. She was almost there. 

Then Samantha tripped, and fear came into her eyes as she was on the ground. Immediately, Samantha tried to get back up and run again, but it was too late...