Story Writing Debate (see rules for genre)

Chapter IV: Click"Click The puzzle was coming together on my horror filled nightmare. The dreams, DNA evidence, the machete, and the doctor"s tests have all come together in proving at least to me my guilt. But how can I be responsible for killing a little girl when I was sleep walking. The evidence must be destroyed. I took the machete and buried it outside. Now a new problem is evident what if I kill again. I came to the conclusion to spend the nights at a hotel safe from my home to secure my wife"s safety. Night was coming close and the fear was settling in, but I knew that I was doing the right thing. When I was leaving my house my wife said something to me. "Where are you going?" "I have to spend a few nights at the police station a break in the case has happened, we think that we know who the killer is." "Well, be safe." "Make sure you lock the doors in the house there are some crazy people out there." "I will, I love you." I stopped all of a sudden those words have never had as much of a meaning as it did now. "I love you too." I climbed into my car and drove down to the nearest Best Western and checked in. I went up to my room number 232B. I locked all the locks on my door and went to bed and turned on the TV to watch my favorite basketball team the Chicago Bulls play the Utah Jazz. "Just have to relax no big deal nothing is going to happen." Soon it was getting late and my team was losing by a large margin. My eyes soon began to feel like more like bricks than eye lids. "ah"ummm".ah".ah""." (Dream) "Aren"t you supposed to be at the police station".what is that".NO".WHAT ARE YOU DOING""STOP YOU ARE SCARING ME"..PLEASE DON"T"AHHHHHHHH""...ah"umm""." I woke up all of a sudden. "What going on?" There I was on top of my sweet Jenny my beautiful wife with the same machete I buried outside stabbed into the middle of her chest. "NOOOO"DAMN IT"..DAMN IT." Soon I heard the sirens of the police. The neighbors must have called 911 when they heard the screams. Soon I say the famous blue and red lights flash outside my window when I look over and say my gun. I heard the door being busted down and grabbed my gun and pointed it to my head. "GOD have mercy on my soul." I pulled the trigger as I heard the police officers run up my stairs. Click"..Click, Click, Click. "My gun is out of bullets. My gun is out of DAMN BULLETS." That is when the police officers busted down the door in my bedroom. "DROP THE WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD." I dropped my gun and put my hands above my head. The cuffs where put around my wrists as I was read my Miranda Rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" "Yes." I was sent to prison, booked, fingerprinted, and put into a jail cell I didn"t say anything until my lawyer came, I remained silent, and plead the 5th. But, arraignment did come 5 days later and I was standing there alone without a lawyer as the Judge asked. "On the soul count of Murder in first degree how does the defendant plead?" "On the soul count? I murdered the Cali Owens girl." "Well that would be impossible there was a confession yesterday her mother killed her for the insurance money." "But, what about the machete with her blood on it in my home." "That was evidence given to you to watch over to give the mother a false sense of security to rat her out." "What about my fingerprints on the machete, well two are from you, but one that fits the date of the murder was from the mother. You must have forgotten to put on gloves when you grabbed it." "The dreams I had." "I can"t help you there. Time is a wasting what do you plead?" "Guilty of killing her, but I was sleep walking." "Yeah sounds very realistic so the defendant has plead guilty to the soul count he is sentenced to 25 to life in prison." I later found out that the mother did kill her daughter and the violent dreams I had where all inaccurate of the actual events. I learned that I suffered short term memory loss that is why I didn"t remember the machete and that I forgot to give it the proper treatment to insure the evidence wouldn"t be tampered with. The horror I felt of killing a little girl was great, but knowing that my wife is dead by my own had keeps me up at night that is why I won"t sleep.