The KILLER (1)

ELIZA

I sat down slowly, I woke up really late today but I was still tired.

I had been trying so hard to piece together what happened that day but the memory seems to be getting farther and farther away.

I dragged myself to the kitchen to fix myself an omelette. I fried it too much. I was preoccupied with my thoughts, all jumbled up.

I sat down with my plate. I need to try to think straight.

I need to list down everything that happened that day.

Hillary texted me early that morning.

I went there as even I wanted to talk. Say, at about 11 am.

I am quite sure I didn't have any poison with me.

When I reached there, she politely showed me around the place and then we sat down to talk.

Everything after that seemed like a blurry mess.

I stopped eating, the fork midway to my mouth.

The drinks! I was drunk then. What happened after that?

We... we were talking the whole time. It was quite easy to talk to her. What did we talk about? The only one important thing we had in common. Thomas.

Something was wrong. Something felt off all of a sudden. I straightened my brows, not realising they were furrowed till now.

If the whole time I was with Hillary, and we were talking, how would I have even been able to poison her?

So it wasn't me? It couldn't have, right?

But I feel connected to this. I know I had something to do with this. But what? What did I do? I know I felt angry that day, I know I felt vengeful but if it...

Oh no. No way. NO. It couldn't be.

If... if I didn't feel that way towards Hillary and if the only person I was thinking about that whole day was Thomas then... was it Thomas I meant to kill?

But how could I have done that either, having been with Hillary the whole time I was there unless...