Chapter 1
I hadn’t meant to kill her.
I really hadn’t.
But I was cutting something and she creeped up on me and in a panic I stabbed her.
At least, that’s what I tell the police.
Let’s start at the beginning. How did I get into this mess?
My girlfriend. Well - ex-girlfriend, I guess, was the one I stabbed.
We never had a good relationship. We would argue all the time, and I would leave for weeks at a time, and she took all her anger out on me, and admittedly, I took all my anger out on her.
She was 21. I am 20. We met 2 years ago, at a party. Nobody had been enjoying themselves, and I was getting ready to leave, when she tugged on my sleeve and asked me to dance. And, well, danced. A week later, we met at a coffee shop. We hit it off well; a few months later, and I was moving in.
She was a clean freak. Always yelling at me for getting paint on the floor, or sitting on the couch with my shoes still on. I yelled back. We argued all the time.
I started leaving for weeks at a time, taking my van and driving around the country, sleeping in the back of my van and using public toilets in Asda and KFC. It was peaceful - not so peaceful when I got home.
She thought I was cheating, which was ironic, because I knew she was seeing another man. But, honestly, I wasn’t seeing anyone else.
Then, well, we had the argument. She kept going on and on about everything I did wrong, and we argued all night.
Then, in the morning, I took a carving knife and just... stabbed her. She died straight away, and I laughed. I laughed.
