Me Was Da Bad Guy

Ok. Here it is. My story…my version…the true version…not the one that the news rags spewed out like so much rainbow coloured vomit.The bullet went in my chest…high and to the right, ricocheted off a rib…or maybe a shoulder bone….then a rib. It got a little mangled and went south scraping past my heart…tearing it to shreds. Yup…I was dead before I keeled over and hit the ground. According to the news hounds and the police investigator it was a righteous kill….kill or be killed….self-defence…my killer was a cop…I was the bad guy. I am simply a short storyist. Tales that are all about retribution and rehabilitation drawn from the deepest horrors of the mind. But you may never return from Lightfield