Prologue
I killed him,
I killed him,
I killed him...
My hands trembles from the pocket-knife that I grip. I killed Clyde. I don't know what to do, so I ran away.
Bloods stained my knife and hands. 'Defense. Yes,' that's all I'm thinking about. My mind is swirling and my heart is full of emotions.
How could he?
After all that happens? After everything that I gave him? He's a pervert! A maniac!
I will never ever forgive him...
