a piece about a murder, written for my advanced writing class

a piece about a murder, written for my advanced writing class You could have been an angel, Tyler . . . an angel like the ones in heaven, shimmering and golden and perfect . . . just like you used to be . . ."I know that."You only put this upon yourself when you made that decision . . . it was nobody's choice but your very own . . . you choose your own fate . . ."I know that."Maybe someday you'll look back on this and laugh . . . or we could all be realistic . . . after all, it's not every day somebody commits this kind of crime. . ."I know that already!" he yelled at the nameless, faceless thing that taunted him. Tyler found himself perched half way on the edge of his bed, his hands gripping what was left of his blond hair, pieces and chunks torn out from his anguished fits of fury with the voices that stayed there and taunted him.Mother Frances Hospital, Tyler, TexasYou need to stay calm . . . they'll found you out sooner or later, but better later . . . right Tyler?"Right." He hugged his knees to his chest, peering over them and into the dar k of his room, his nightstand looming straight ahead of him like a dark mountain, his clothes piled in mounds, like foothills, around it. The moon light shown through the blinds of his window in tiny slivers across his floor, little slash marks on the carpet, the ivory colored carpet that matched the now non-existant color of the one next door . . .There will be hell to pay for this . . . you were stupid, very stupid Tyler . . ."I know," he chimed again, beginning a steady back and forth rocking on his...