12angry men
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- I think about my life again.What did I do in myprevious life to deserve that ?My father who hasbeen beating me during seventeen years, it started when mymother leave us to run away on the other side of the town with mytwin.Since this day,everything goes wrong.I remember lastwednesday..., I bumped into a man… my twins, that I hadn’t sawsince 13 years. We were in the Bronx on a street corner. At first Ididn’t recognize him, but he did, he stopped me and it was as if Iwas facing a mirror, same nose,weight but also height… We talked for hours,I heard about Mother who passed away after looking for me duringyears. I told himeverything since the beginning, our house move, dad who ‘s beenfired from his job, all the illegal deeds of mine(stole cars). Hewas, at the same time, an unknown people but I also fell like I hadknow him for hundred of yearsWhen he heard aboutdad beating me he went raging mad…saying that mother would neverhave enable him to do so.
- Then we talked about daily things, more trivial, he works in ametalworking factory runs a lot of business including «tip co» the store where I bought the switchblade knife. And during all theseyears we never cross ways!?Now that I thinkabout it I’ll call him and ask if he can make use of his positionto give me a new knife, otherwise, it’s likelihood that I willnever be able to walk on my two legs again. After few minutes Ican record that my idea is a succes, he agreed and will give me thenew switchblade as soon as he has it. We settle upon meting around12PM, while he’s coming back to his store before coming in front ofmy house. I carry on walkingalone in the street and around 11PM I start coming back.When I come back,he’s waiting on the front steps, and ask if he can go inside todrink a show me something, I find him odd but I don’t pay moreattention. When he enters, My dad gets out of the sofa, he’s aboutto yell at me but he notices my twin… it took him less than half asecond to reconize my facsimile
- I carry on walking alone in the street and around 11PM I start comingback.When I come back,he’s waiting on the front steps, and ask if he can go inside todrink a show me something, I find him odd but I don’t pay moreattention. When he enters, My dad gets out of the sofa, he’s aboutto yell at me but he notices my twin… it took him less than half asecond to reconize my facsimile« You ! You’re the son ofthis s*lly cow, so this sl*ng still is alive !!! »I can’t get overit !. My brother rushes towards him «how dare you ? I’MGONNA KILL YOU !!! » he takes the knife in his trouser’spocket and stab him in the chest… right in front of me. He flees. By theback door, a dead end, ironically,I take the front wayto catch him, but he runs to fast. I hear Mr Smith the neighboor,opening his frontdoor, a baby starts crying, a train passes, I can’tfocus on what’s happening.After 3hours I makea U-turn, Is dad still alive ???when I enter thekitchen, 3 policers arrest me, and start asking me question, and…I don’t knowwhat’s got into me but I can’t denounce him, at least, for mymother who cherish him, so I start lying, Moreover, I have somememory lapses about the cinema and it’s what policers take to makeme under arrest… It’s obvious the verdict will be « GUILTY »I have the sword ofDamocles upon my head getting ready to put me on the chair…
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