Murder Most Foul

Hi, my name is Nick Kingson. I live in the suburb of capital of the United Kingdom city. I live in an implant for homeless people. I have got been here for the last past nine years. I am right off 17 years old. During my nine years in the institution, my best shoplifter has been David Bryant. He is the bid me scarcely his past has a tragedy storey. His develop was black and his father was light. During a shopping trip, his parents were stepped in the parking realm by white y give awayhs. David was only three then and couldnt do anything. When I heard his storey, I couldnt dispel my tears. The tears were like a riverbank waiting to burst.Unlike him, my parents were with me until I was six. After that my father left my mummy and went with another woman. As if that wasnt enough my mother died in a gondola car casualty. Later I order out that the accident occurred because she was drinking alcohol. I warned here intimately here addiction to alcohol and how it could neces sitate her into trouble, but she never listened. And know look where I am, a homeless teenager. The add follows a strict rule like no television afterwards ten, no smoking or drugs, etc. David and I didnt really befit in and we had plans.We didnt want to live here for the rest of our lives. The administrator of the institute had a close eye on David. After what happened to his parents, David didnt like white people. For some(prenominal) reason, David came rattling friendly with me and told me most of his secrets, even though I was white. I look he trusted me and the things we had in common bought us closer to affirmher. On April 7th 2003, we made a plan to get out of the institute and find a place for ourselves, where there were no rules. During that night we got out of the institute and went into the city.What a site it was The city had so many shops that I lost count of it after three minutes, speak up that. At the time we didnt have any money and we were starving. We deci ded to go to the local restaurants and ask them if they needed any help, and in return we get food. All of them refused our offer. It was probably because we didnt have any reference of previous barter and we could give them our address or telephone number. We didnt have one. It was mid-day now and we very get really hungry. I mat up like a balloon without air inside.I never felt like this because when we were in the institute, we got out food on time. We came across a shop that had food on display. Looking at it made our mouth watery. We had no choice we took some of the food and ran as fast as we can. After running for fractional a mile, the shop owner stopped chasing us. We ate the food. At the snatch I thought how we are going to survive. I lived most of my keep in an institute and didnt know much about the outside world. It was getting dark and as we were walking around the street, we found an old attached house.It looked empty. So we decided to take the night there. We thought the support ingress result be open but it wasnt. We decided to break the sparkler a bit just enough to open the door. As we entered, we found the kitchen. It looked like if some one was there because there were bread and butter on the dinning table, and the fridge was full of allsorts of things, like milk, fruit juice etc. I told David to check dealstairs while I go up the stairs and check there. As I was checking the rooms, I heard a shattering noise from downstairs. It looked like if an old peeress screamed.I promptly ran down stairs and there I found an old lady guile near the fridge bleeding. The blood was all over the floor. I guess she lost about one liter of blood. I asked David what happened and he did speak. It was like if he went in to coma or something. I tried to sex the lady up but she kept lying on the floor. I smacked David and he finally woke up. I asked him what happened again and he kept on saying, I didnt meaning it. I asked to explain what hap pened and he said, The lady walked in and saw me and then came up with her walking stick.I tried to stop her but she fell backwards on the metal fridge. I told him it wasnt his fault. I didnt want to waste anymore time. We phoned the ambulance and told them about our location and what happened. After cardinal minutes, the ambulance arrived, with them came the police. At that time I wanted to ran and leave the scene of the accident and then I thought if I did that I would look like a criminal. The doctor came firing though the front door. We stepped back. Just after that everything seemed like it was ok, but them the policeman walked thought the door.He asked us what happened and we told the consentient truth. He took us into custody. We stayed in the prison cell over the night. The bordering morning the policeman walked through the door and he face intercommunicate a sad news. He told us that the old lady died in the hospital during the night. David placed his hand over his fac e and cried. I didnt recover it was his fault, but it was our fault for breaking in an entry and because of that an old lady died. The policeman told us from the evidence they gathered that we told the true story.I felt a bit relaxed but I wouldnt forget what happened. I will always have the cogence that I was responsible for a death. David took the death harder on himself. He felt that it was his fault. We had to do community sentence for 1 year. As time went on I got a bit better and came back to my self. On the other hand, David was assuage thinking about it. I told him about hundred of times but still he feels its his fault. Our sentence passed quickly and we were back at the institute. The life went normal there. But to this date David is still thinking about what happened.