I never wanted this to happen. But I couldn't control it. My hands were moving but my head wasn't right. I couldn't control it. The scream was full of fear. I kept telling myself to check 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 a corner crying, with a blood-covered knife in my hands and a glass on the floor. They saw my torn shirt and my old worn-out pants splattered with blood. They didn't suspect anything. But I didn't know if it was my fault. A crashing sound broke the thick atmosphere. One of the policemen ran out and the other approached me. He snatched 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 scary cat cop is back. He was all swollen and tried to talk to the other policeman. “… burger… broke in… murmur… instain…” the cop said. But what does it mean? Did a hamburger break? This can't be true. This man doesn't speak English? The scaredy cat took out a fancy phone and started talking. The bravest one spoke to me: "What is your name?" he said softly. «An... Adrian. Adrian Sanchez. I said with an immovable lump in my throat. “Hi Adrian, I'm Agent 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 the sound of crashing and screaming. I got out and...» «And?» said the policeman. “…I…I” I couldn't help myself. My emotions exploded out of my body. The policeman consoled me with a hug. “Everything will be fine. How old are you Adrian?" I managed to contain myself to answer him. I replied "Eight.""...... middle of the 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 better. I knew this would be a turning point in my life. My sins will soon be repented of and redeemed. Abuelo took off his cap and placed it on my head. It was soft but I couldn't believe the sight before me. They were Abuelo's eyes. They were strong and sharp. White as pearls and contrasted with his dark, battered skin. “I'm sorry Abuelo. I know my body is big, so I can protect everyone I love. "" I know. "Back then, I didn't know what it meant. And I still don't. But because of him, I've become a good person. No more blackouts and no more violence. I could scream at the sky and thank it until I get old and it still wouldn't be enough. And I can always start.