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The morning sun was shining down upon my sleeping form, waking me up from the slumber I was in. Yawning and stretching, I reluctantly got out of bed to dress for the beginning of a new day, just like I have done so for the past 25 years of my life. As I ate my toast and looked out the window, the sun shining in through the kitchen window as though it was telling me that it was time again for me to go off to work.

Stepping out of my rented room, and out of the apartment building, I walked across the road to the KLCC park across the street and took a leisurely walk towards the shopping complex. Today was one of the days that was considered to be the best time of the year for my line of work : tis the year end mega sales when tourists and locals came here to shop. As I got to the outside of the shopping complex, I saw, as usual, there were very many people walking around aimlessly. “Today is definitely a good day,” I thought to myself, smiling a little gleefully. As I was walking up towards the steps of the entrance to the shopping complex, I saw a white man in his late 40’s. His expression told me that he was lost. “Just perfect,” I thought to myself. “Time for me to work.” So I walked up calmly towards the man.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”

“Yes. I am looking for the KLCC Park car park.”

“Yes, yes… Oh, okay. Just walk down this path, and take a right. It will be on your left. You can’t miss it”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have a good day sir.”

As I bid the man farewell and walked away, there was not only a smile on my face, but also the wallet of the man in my pocket. I walked over to a rather secluded place and opened it to find 148 Malaysian Ringgit, 100 American Dollars, a Discover, a Visa and a MasterCard. Smiling, I pocketed the money and trashed the wallet and the credit cards, not wanting to get involved in credit theft for it was way messier, I continued to work.

A couple of hours and 3 wallets later, I decided it was time for a break. So far, I have collected around 1,026 Malaysian Ringgit, 427 American Dollars, 653 China Yuan, and several other currencies. With a good day spent working hard, I decided to treat myself to a expensive lunch at San Fransisco Coffeeshop in KLCC. But as I was walking there, I saw the man. He was about 6 feet tall, with the fairest complexion I’ve seen all day. He was walking nervously in circles, mumbling to himself as he looked at the name of the shops he passed by. It was easily recognized that he was lost. Perfect.

I cautiously approached him, like a lion stalking his pray.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”

“Yes. Do you, by any chance, know where the movie theater is?”

“Ah, yes. No problem. Just go up the escalator and take a left towards the middle. It’ll be right there. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you, so much.”

“No problem, sir. My pleasure.”

I was practically jumping and dancing with abandoned joy as I opened up the man’s wallet. In it, I found a couple of hundred dollar bills and a few credit cards. I took a look at the name on one of the cards. “Mr. Henderson,” I thought. “Thank you for your business.” And so I skipped down the pathway towards San Fransisco Coffeshop, feeling happy for today’s collection. After finishing my meals and started to walk back home, little did I know that something was about to happen to me that would change my life forever.

As I was rounding a corner to get out of the KLCC park, I saw Mr. Henderson cornered by a group of thugs. They had wanted to rob him it seems. I took a few steps back into the cover of the bush in front of me to hide me from their view but leaving me enough open space to see what was going on. As the thugs demanded that Mr. Henderson hand over all his money, Mr. Henderson fervently tries to explain that he had lost his wallet, the wallet that I had taken earlier before. Not believing him, the thugs started to take out knives and parangs. A few people heard and saw the commotion but they didn’t try to do anything and hurried off. The thugs, who were all Malaysian Chinese mafia about 5 or 6 feet each surrounded Mr. Henderson, one of the thugs punched Mr. Henderson across the face while the others stabbed at Mr. Henderson. I wanted to scream and help him but was too afraid to, fearing that I could be the next one to get targeted. So I watched in helpless dismay as Mr. Henderson was stabbed and slashed to death. After a while, the thugs stopped and searched him, finding nothing, they cursed and ran away.

So there he laid, the man I had stolen from, lying in a pool of blood that was his own – alone in the park, people started to gather around his body and point, screams from women could be heard piercing through the deadly silence. As I looked on in a frozen state, I felt the hands of guilt closed around my heart at the unfairness. It was unfair that I had stolen from this man who had only wanted some help to find his way, and because of me, he is lying dead now in this park.

Like a bucket of cold water, reality hit me hard that I was the one who had killed this man. he probably came looking for me when he ran into this gang of thugs. I was the one responsible for his death. Coming back from my dark thoughts, I heard sirens coming closer to the scene of the crime and I just ran. I ran as fast as I could to the safety of my apartment room.Locking the door, I slid to the floor with my back to the door, the tears falling hotly down my face as I realized that I had not only stolen his wallet, but his life as well. As I looked up from the floor and out the window of the far corner, I thought to myself that God had given me a second chance to realize what I had done. Yes, God had given me a second chance, and Mr. Henderson had to pay the price for it.

Note : This is a fictional short story. Please do not assume it is real for I am only 20-years-old and not a male.