Cornered

I can’t believe, I did what I did. I didn’t want them to catch me, so I ran and I hid. I wonder now, why it took so long. To see that what I did, was wrong. I stabbed a man, in the head. Stabbed him and stabbed him, until he was dead. I had no reason, to kill this man. No evil scheme, or plot, or plan. In cold blood, I slaughtered him. Disassembled his body, from his toes to his chin. The police are coming, for me now. I had to get away, but I didn’t know how. The sirens were closer, I could hear them scream. I was backed against, the wall it seemed. There was no exit, there was no escape route. If I took off running, they’d point their guns and shoot. The walls, were closing in on me. This was not the way, I wanted it to be. I heard them stop, the doors opened and closed. I thought for a minute, and then I chose. Without struggle or fighting, I would go. But deep down inside, only I know. I just wanted it to be over, no feeling of terror. With nowhere to run, it was more than I could bear. In their car, I made no sound. I wanted to escape, but nothing was found. I just rode in silence, the rest of the way. Wondering what would happen, the next day. They would not listen, to my side of this horror. I felt like a cat, backed into the corner.