(The Cop)

The light flashed before my eyes. The beautiful white light that everyone sees when they die. I glimpsed back to reality, my uniform was mangled with red sticky blood, the sergeant badge was barely visible. The suspect had fled long ago, after stealing $1000 from a bank. I took out my wallet and looked at pictures of my family. Tears ran down my face as I realized I would never see my daughter’s hazel eyes, or my wife’s affectionate smile again.

“I love you guys so much” I whispered as I closed my eyes and pictured her smile until there was darkness.

(The Robber)

What have I done?  I had gone into that bank with the goal of stealing $50,000, but instead left with $1000, and a gun with one less bullet.  A simple robbery had just turned into a murder. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, and when my finger pressed upon the trigger I was shocked. When the bullet hit the man I flinched. The echoing sound of the gun, along with the  terrified look on his face made me fall to the floor. I considerd going and helping him, but what could I have done without him sending me to jail? I have a daughter to support. Without looking back, I turned and sprinted home. 

My daughter greeted me. 

“Dadda” she exclaimed, as she embraced my legs. I picked her up and peered into her hazel eyes. I felt a sudden sensation of guiltiness. The man I shot had the same hazel eyes. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if he had a daughter that wasn’t smiling and holding her father as my daughter was. I looked at my daughter with a tender smile on my face. What type of person do you want her to become?

“I’m sorry baby girl, but dadda has to go”. Her hazel eyes pierced me, but I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the bag of money and walked toward the police station.