"Redefining a Killer"
Entrance :
In the courtroom
Everyone is staring at me. Some with anger. Some with confusion.
Even my sister looks at me with sadness and disgust. She tried to hide it, but I saw it in her eyes.
Only my mother’s gaze is different. She looks at me with sympathy — maybe asking herself why. Why did her little innocent daughter do this? How the girl who never dared say “no” could do something like this. How the same girl who once thought a B in English was the worst mistake of her life could end up here.
They call me a killer. A murderer. But I am not.
What is a killer? Someone who takes a life with a knife or a gun? Maybe.
But to me, a killer is more than that.
A killer is someone who makes you wish you were dead but doesn’t let you die.
A killer is someone who locks you in a prison with no walls and no escape.
My Father was killing me everyday with different weapons , sometimes by his words that made me paralysed when I heard them , sometimes by beating me when I won a discussion , sometimes when he tried to destroy my life .
I am not a killer.
l am a girl who tried to escape from her monster that she was always afraid of , from her nightmare that she kept dreaming all her years .
A girl who spent her life asking what sin she committed to deserve an abusive father.
All I wanted to have was a good dad, but maybe in another universe.
I had a father who doesn't deserve to be a father .
He is a man who destroyed his own family with his own hands.
While I was lost in these thoughts, the judge entered the courtroom.
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