Help!

I know I shouldn’t have done it- so please don’t fucking preach.

Please.

Just, somebody tell me what the fucking fuck I’m supposed to do now.

I broke in looking for a pay out.

And I know that will seem wrong to you-- but I had my reasons.

I’m tired of everybody treating me like a nobody, just because I did some shit in my past. I wish I could take it back. I really do. I see that guy’s eyes every night when I’m trying to sleep.

I wasn’t even trying to hurt him. I just panicked and pulled the trigger.

I know I can’t change my past. But haven’t I paid my dues?

Still, nobody will give me a chance.

Nobody will hire an ex-con.

I’m tired of living in a shitty halfway house and eating shitty white bread with peanut butter for every meal.

So yeah.

I broke in.

I just needed a good paycheck and this house looked like an easy mark. Out here alone, clear signs of wealth and a woman living by herself.

I figured the owner was probably rich enough that she wouldn’t really miss a few valuables.

So I was gonna threaten her. Make her hand over some jewelry and some cash. That was all. She’d be shaken, but not harmed.

But...

But, fuck me- she was dead when I got here. I found her this way.

On the floor. The woman... a mom. Wearing a bathrobe, all covered in blood. With a baby in her arms.

At first I thought it was dead too. But I can see its chest rising and falling.

It’s just asleep.

There’s another body in here, a man lying in a pool of his own blood. Maybe he attacked her and she defended herself?

There’s a gun next to her. Looks like she was stabbed. So I guess she shot him after he got her.

The whole room stinks like shit. I can’t tell if it’s the baby’s diaper or maybe one of the bodies. I know people sometimes shit when they die.

I remember that.

The blood is stinking too.

And here I am posting because I have no God damned clue what to do now.

That baby is still just laying there in her mom’s bloody arms, and that woman is very, very dead.

I know I can’t fucking leave that baby, she’ll die of starvation.

I can’t let that kid die. I can’t have another soul on my conscience.

But….

Fuck.

If I call this in…

… If I call the cops to report this whole fucking mess I’ll be sent back to jail, for sure.

Everyone will think I killed these people and even if they don’t, I’m definitely violating my parole out here.

I can’t go back to jail, and I can’t fucking leave this little girl to die...

What the fuck should I do???

Someone please tell me what to do....

I need a way out of this.

Oh God!