I did it. I can’t believe I did it. But I did. And now there’s no thinking about it. There’s no turning back. I did it. I killed him. I slit his throat.
I watched the blood pour from his neck. It started to get underneath my shoes. Now I need to change my shoes. Great. What’s happening? I blacked out. But I remember lunging at him, and now I’m standing here taking forever to make a decision on what to do and I killed him. I actually went through with it.
Now what? I don’t know, stop talking for a second so I can figure it out.
Oh, that. I guess while I’m standing here I should tell you about that. I hear voices in my head sometimes, and sometimes they make total sense and other times they don’t. Don’t tell them too much. Or maybe it’s my unconscious thoughts that I can audibly hear. I guess we’ll never know. My stupid mom tried to send me to a shrink a couple times to figure out what was wrong with me and they told me I was crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy.
While I take off my shoes I’ll introduce myself. Well, my name is Jax Russo. Weird name. I know. I guess my mom was high or whatever when she named me. Whatever. That’s the least of my worries. I just killed a whole human being.
I’m stuck in a small town in freaking Louisiana. Why am I even here? Oh right. My mom’s boyfriend is a police officer. Crap. I’m kind of panicking right now, so maybe you should leave for a bit. I’ll clean this up and then get back with you, okay? Just… the door is that way.
END PART I