Criminal Alley

[ Y/N's P.O.V ] "One incident can change a person's whole life." those were the words of the deceased person who adopted me, whose words kept on repeating inside my head over and over again. At first, I didn't know what it meant, not until that day happened... "Help me, please help me.. help me.." Sangwoo kept on repeating those words as he pulled me closer to him, his arms wrapped on me, and his hands were continuously tugging the cloth I was wearing out of desperation and insanity he was about to plunge himself into. His eyes were about to trick him, for inside his head were mixed chaos of different colors and lines, broken and unbroken. He screamed there as he was almost out of his breath. "Shhh it's alright now.. it's alright.." I spoke to him as I gently caressed his back, my eyes looking straight at the cold body of his mother. Bringing his ears near to my lips, my words made its way to his sense of hearing. "I know what to tell them okay?" But all he gave me was a stare out of horror. "What are you going to tell who?" He asked voice cracked, and his body still trembling "I will tell the police--" I tried sending my words to him once again... "NO ONE WILL TELL THE POLICE ABOUT ANYTHING!!" his voice raised, eyes widened more than ever, and raised his hand and landed it on his head as he grabbed a fistful of his own hair. "No, Sangwoo listen!!" I told him, with my voice attempting to raise higher than his voice. "I will tell the police about your mother's disability and how she suicided. Do you get it?" Crafted words inside my head finally came out of my lips. "But the knife..how about the knife?" he asked as his eyes wandered around fast, his body still trembling. For if my words won't reach the coiled ropes inside his mind, then I must cup his face and let him see what I intend to do. "Sangwoo, look, I saw everything and I'm here to help you, okay?" And that is to let him view what was inside my true intentions. By letting him peep through the windows of my soul. "I'm here now." With that, he nodded and held my hand. His hands were cold like his mother's corpse. He was a bit hesitating at first and he was still shaking a bit as tears fell from his eyes before he opened his lips and spoke, "She..she...." He tried and tried and kept on trying to point the corpse of his mother, with his trembling forefinger. "She...raped--" But I interrupted him before he finished what he was about to say. "We can do something about that." After all, it would be possible to turn her body as something that never existed since yesterday