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The Biggest Mistake Of My Life
The last thing I remembered was receiving a serious blow on the head by an old man.
BANG! The bullet hit her. BULLSEYE! I lowered my pistol and strode over to examine the damage. The deceptively small bullet had pierced several layers of tender skin.
After a long, hard day’s work at the office, I was looking forward to returning that evening, it was my wife’s birthday. I had expected to find my beautiful wife waiting for me at a candle-light dinner for two. The surprising truth was the fact that waiting patiently next to our dinner, on the floor, was a lump of flesh swimming in blood. The remains of my wife.
My mind went blank. It seemed like hours before it came back to earth, all kinds of thoughts were spilling into my head like a waterfall. Within minutes of realisation, my vision was blurred, my nose was pink and blotchy and my mouth was trembling uncontrollably. A pitiful sight I was to the four policemen who came striding in 10mins later. The endless questions were making the truth sink in even further, after waiting what seemed like hours, and as I could no longer bring myself to recall any more details of my wife’s last days, they left me alone. After the police men had examined the body with little success, they asked for my permission to allow doctors to examine it in a post-mortem. I agreed. Later that night, my precious wife was hurried off to the local hospital.
As I was not permitted to enter the theatre with my wife, I drove home. My heavy heart was constantly reminding me of the now empty passenger seat. Once I reached my house and got into bed, silence filled the air.
The next morning, I lay in bed, dwelling on the past events. I tried to find an explanation of my wife’s death. Had she been murdered? Had she committed suicide? Had she bumped into some old man who decided to kill her? Then, like a bolt of lightning, a single memory filled my mind, that old man that I bumped into yesterday! He had possessed me. I remember telling myself that it was just a joke, had he possibly told me to…..no he wouldn’t do that…..or would he? That question stumped me for the entire morning.
Although my heart was filled with grief, it was pounding in my chest with excitement. As I was eating my lunch, the phone rang and a policeman answered everything. The answer was simple, an old man had possessed me and ordered me to kill my wife. I knew I never should have trusted that old man!
The next day, I met that same old man waiting at the door, a heavy gun slung over his shoulder. He raised it, aimed it at my face and pulled the trigger………
Then I woke up, my face was dripping with cold sweat. What a nightmare!
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here's ur answer
The Biggest Mistake Of My Life
The last thing I remembered was receiving a serious blow on the head by an old man.
BANG! The bullet hit her. BULLSEYE! I lowered my pistol and strode over to examine the damage. The deceptively small bullet had pierced several layers of tender skin.
After a long, hard day’s work at the office, I was looking forward to returning that evening, it was my wife’s birthday. I had expected to find my beautiful wife waiting for me at a candle-light dinner for two. The surprising truth was the fact that waiting patiently next to our dinner, on the floor, was a lump of flesh swimming in blood. The remains of my wife.
My mind went blank. It seemed like hours before it came back to earth, all kinds of thoughts were spilling into my head like a waterfall. Within minutes of realisation, my vision was blurred, my nose was pink and blotchy and my mouth was trembling uncontrollably. A pitiful sight I was to the four policemen who came striding in 10mins later. The endless questions were making the truth sink in even further, after waiting what seemed like hours, and as I could no longer bring myself to recall any more details of my wife’s last days, they left me alone. After the police men had examined the body with little success, they asked for my permission to allow doctors to examine it in a post-mortem. I agreed. Later that night, my precious wife was hurried off to the local hospital.
As I was not permitted to enter the theatre with my wife, I drove home. My heavy heart was constantly reminding me of the now empty passenger seat. Once I reached my house and got into bed, silence filled the air.
The next morning, I lay in bed, dwelling on the past events. I tried to find an explanation of my wife’s death. Had she been murdered? Had she committed suicide? Had she bumped into some old man who decided to kill her? Then, like a bolt of lightning, a single memory filled my mind, that old man that I bumped into yesterday! He had possessed me. I remember telling myself that it was just a joke, had he possibly told me to…..no he wouldn’t do that…..or would he? That question stumped me for the entire morning.
Although my heart was filled with grief, it was pounding in my chest with excitement. As I was eating my lunch, the phone rang and a policeman answered everything. The answer was simple, an old man had possessed me and ordered me to kill my wife. I knew I never should have trusted that old man!
The next day, I met that same old man waiting at the door, a heavy gun slung over his shoulder. He raised it, aimed it at my face and pulled the trigger………
Then I woke up, my face was dripping with cold sweat. What a nightmare!
hope it helps u if yes don't forget to thank and Mark me as brainlist
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