Wait, why am I here? How did I get through with a gun? Where am I going? There''s Hiro. Wait, why did I come here again? Why am I just standing here holding this gun and staring at Hiro? Why is Hiro just staring at me and not running away, or, or yelling that I''m having fun? He can clearly see I have a gun. Wait, WAIT! Why am I pointing the gun at Hiro?!?! No! No! This can''t be! I don''t want this to happen! No, please! Make it stop!


    BANG!


    Hold on, what just happened?! Hiros falling to the ground?!


    “Tackle him!”


    “Ow!” This is torture! I can''t believe I did this! Wait, did I do it?! No that can''t be! I know that I had the gun and I was pointing at him but I didn''t shoot it! I know that because I didn''t make the conscious movement. But I guess it''s too late. I can''t change anything at this point.


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    “He''s losing a lot of blood! We''ve got to move fast!”


    “We''re taking you to the department.”


    The ride to the police department was long and silent. The whole time I was just thinking about what had happened. I am so sorry that I did this, I didn''t mean to.


    We finally got to the police department and the policemen took me out of the car. They took me into the interrogation room to ask me questions. I didn''t know how to answer them because I didn''t remember what happened or how it happened. All I know is that I showed up there and shot a gun? I don''t quite remember. I just wish I could go home, or to jail, or something. All I want to do is go somewhere quiet.


    “So are you going to talk or what?”


    “I''m sorry but I don''t remember what happened.”


    “Alright, then I guess you''re going to prison.”