Family incident

I was with my family on the farm. There was a big house where my parents and grandparents stayed. I decided to sleep in the cabin 10 meters away. My cousin wanted to stay with me but they did not allow it and her stayed in the house. The night was quiet like all the others I've been there. The next morning she came to see me and we were talking when she suddenly looks at the floor and sees a body. A man apparently dead. He was motionless with his eyes closed and he seemed to be bleeding. We shouted and my dad showed up with a machete. Suddenly the body was gone. My dad asks us to wait at the house with the others. We were going when I saw the dead guy run to attack him, so I found another machete and went on him but it was late, he had already hit my dad. So I hit the killer because that was the only thing that crossed my mind when I saw that he had killed who I loved the most. He fell into the room he was supposed to be in when we saw him. I looked at me bloody and started to cry. Only then the penny dropped. All the other family members were at the door watching. 

    This concludes the testimony that had to be repeated several times. Thanks to it I was released as the girl who will spend her days reluctant with her life because she could not save her father and even watched him die. But I still feel my arms ache from making a greater effort than my fragile body is supposed to support. Every night I dream of the truth. I can hide it from others forever but from me, there is no way. I can never forget the pain that made me kill those idiots. What really happened was that I wanted to sleep in the cabin to meet Henrique. He was married and so no one knew we had a relationship. My dad found out 2 days before we went to the farm and was threatening to expose us if I didn't stop seeing him. I asked him to give me a chance to talk to him and finish it while I was in that cabin. Well, I'm done. We can never see each other again. But I didn't kill him for it. As we talked he told me it was time to put an end to it because his wife suspected he had an affair and he didn't want to lose her. But he didn't know how to tell me, and since it was a problem for me now, this was the perfect time. I told him that fine, that was the best thing to do anyway. And I asked him to sleep there and leave before my family woke up. He wanted to sleep on the floor and I almost thanked him for that. In the middle of the night, while enjoying his face that seemed so peaceful, I did the favor of keeping him calm forever.With a machete that I held tightly with both hands I struck his chest. He woke up choked by blood, tried to draw air for less than 1 minute and then died. So I went to sleep. 

    In the morning when my cousin went to wake me up she saw the body and when I realized she was going to scream I did the same.  I knew my dad would be the first to show up because he always woke up before everyone else. Then I said the body was gone and my cousin didn't look to attest it, just ran while my dad told me to run too. But I took the machete that had been thrown by the side of the cabin and ran to meet him to strike him. He was in shock and it was easy. He didn't scream, I just saw his wide eyes tell me without voice that this was unbelievable. Well, I couldn't believe it either when the person who claimed to love me more than anything threatened to expose me. I had already gotten rid of the cause but felt that he could not live, he would expose me about what I had done to Henrique and everyone would know that I killed him because I was rejected. I could not allow it. Before anyone showed up, I screamed to show that my father had been hit and I stuck the machete in the same spot that I had struck Henrique when he was gone. When I looked at the door and saw everyone staring at me I had to look like I was suffering from the situation so I dramatically looked at myself and all that blood and started to cry. My mother hugged me and looked at the other body that was so close but in the door that it was hard to see because the bed covered the view. Everyone started crying when they realized that my father was this body. We went to the main house and only left when the police arrived, asked a lot of questions and released us. After that I spent months going to the police station to answer any questions or gaps that had remained.  I even had hearings with a judge, but this tragic statement of mine coupled with my tears and the fact that I lost a father who would never see my graduation in three months made him acquit me. But I am not absolved of my dreams. Something I did wrong so it wouldn't leave my mind but I still don't know what.