I only have one life motto. “If you want something done right, you do it yourself.” Easy. Simple. To the point. That’s why I killed him and that’s what I told the cops.

Look, I’ve told you all before. The chocolate was mine. I bought it and I had big plans for it. On Saturday, I was going to crack open a bottle of wine, turn on reruns of whatever sappy sitcom I could find first, and eat my chocolate. I had told everyone at work about it! They all looked at me like I was crazy. Big plans?! To most that night was just a simple Tuesday.

Not for me. Now I’m sitting in the police station on a Friday night with my roommates dried blood on my hands. They tried to get me to wash them, but I need everyone around me to know what happens when you disobey the rules.