I didn't mean to kill her.
That's what I told the police when I was sat in an interviewing room in the police station.
"I'd gone on a walk with my dog, I wasn't anywhere near the lake and I hadn't seen anyone around there"
"I must've been gone before they got there"
It's all lies.
I remember the feeling of her skin against my hands as I held her by the neck, under the water.
I remember her brown orbs go from a beautiful hazel to a dark brown, almost black colour as they dull.
I remember her hands clawing at my firm grip.
I remember the blood floating across the water. It wasn't hers. It was mine.
I remember her body going still as her entire body went slack.
I remember holding her for a few minutes longer, just to be certain that she wasn't faking it and she was actually dead.
I remember getting up and walking through the shallow lake back to the shore.
I remember turning back and watch her body sink.
I remember it all. Off by heart.
I almost laugh as I remember the light leaving her skin.
