Buried My Secret

I spent the majority of the last two years trying to bury my biggest secret.  If no one found out, it would be a miracle.  The fact no none had found out already was definitely a miracle.  I had done so much harm in one night it was unbelievable, but the police had no idea what had happened or who was responsible. 

As the days and weeks passed and there was no knock on my front door, I started to believe I was in the clear.  But I also realized that if I let my guard down, I myself would let something slip.  What I had done was illegal, I knew that, I even knew it at the time, but it was a matter of life and death.  If I hadn’t done what I had done, I knew I would no longer be among the living.  I would have fallen back into my past life and wouldn’t have been able to pull myself up like I had done so many times before. 

I knew the day had finally come when my car wouldn’t start.  Archer had found me and in a strange way, I was happy it was him and not the police.  At least my death would be quick.  All because I had stolen twenty dollars.  Twenty dollars so I could get high.