I never wanted this to happen. But I couldn't control it. My hands were moving but my head wasn't feeling well. I couldn't control it. The cry was filled with fear. I kept telling myself to control it. But I just couldn't. The bodies lay there like puddles in the rain. I didn't want this to happen. But part of me wanted it. When the police arrived, they saw me hiding in the corner crying, with a knife covered in blood, my hands and a glass on the floor. They saw my torn shirt and my old, worn pants splattered with blood. They didn't suspect anything. But I didn't know if I was to blame. A crashing sound broke the thick atmosphere. One of the police officers ran outside and the other approached me. He took the knife from my hands and gave me his jacket. I couldn't handle what was happening. My eyes were ready to cry. It wasn't easy to hold him back. The scaredy cat policeman has returned. He was pumped up and tried to talk to the other officer. “…burger…broke in…whisper…innuendo…” the police officer said. But what does this mean? A burger was broken in? This can't be true. Doesn't this man speak English? The scaredy cat took out a fancy phone and started talking to it. The bravest one spoke to me. "What's your name ?" » he said softly. “A…Adrian.” Adrian Sanchez. » I said with the immovable lump in my throat. "Hi Adrian, I'm Officer Kent." I'm sorry this happened to you. Can you tell me what happened. » “Well, I don't know. It was dark and there was a crashing noise and shouting. I came down and…” “And?” "I couldn't hold back. My emotions exploded out of my body. The police officer consoled me with a hug." Everything will be fine. How old are you Adrian? » I managed to control myself to answer him. I answered, “Eight.” » "...... middle of paper ...... but I was a little distracted by the blood and broken skin. on his face. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I know the gist was that Abuelo could help me control myself and use my body for the best. I knew it was a turning point in my life. My sins will soon be repented of and redeemed. Abuelo took off his cap and put it on my head. It was sweet but I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me. They were Abuelo's eyes. They were strong and lively. White as pearls and contrasted with his dark, bruised skin. “I’m sorry Abuelo. I know my body is big, so I can protect everyone I love. » "I know you did." » At the time, I didn't know what that meant. And I still don't do it. But thanks to him, I became a good person. No more power outages and no more violence. I could shout to the heavens and thank Him until I grew old and it still wouldn't be enough. And I can always start.