I´m writing this one year later after I moved to California because I couldn’t bare the feeling of staying in Boston, with all the memories and thoughts of that day. That horrible day, the day my life turned upside down.
Unfortunately Tim was one of those students: He received an F thus leading him to repeat the year.
Vase
Part 6
I was so much in shock, I could not even comprehend the moment. I had to think of all the lives that were taken because of the delivery that I made.
Back home he saw the corrected German tests on his desk. Because he was still frustrated he decided to recheck the Grammar of some of his students he hated.
Part 5
I woke up in the hospital one week later. They told me I was the only survivor of the “accident”, well, at least that’s how they called it.
Mr. Brown was very upset and treated his students poorly.
Part 4
After we buried it everyone was still very nervous, but we didn’t have much time to feel anything because seconds later everything went black. I couldn’t hear anything or see anything.
At the hospital they just told me everything and I couldn’t believe what I just did, I killed him. My boyfriend was dead and it was all my fault, but, did I do anything wrong? I know it´s murder, but actually I was trying to escape.