I wake up in bed, warm sweat draping my body. It's the middle of the night and everything is silent. My brain aches painfully processing the thoughts rushing through my head. I grip the bed sheets, but it makes no difference. I've killed four different people this week. I know my actions were necessary, but the memories still haunt me after the fact. It all started with one man. He turned my world upside-down, making my life unlivable. He was my boss. But now, he won't be so cocky, so ignorant, so conceited. He's in his grave. I grin thinking these thoughts. He had so much power, so much misplaced privilege, but he made oh so such poor choices. When I worked for him, he humiliated me only because I came from less fortunate places than him. After so much abuse, anyone would be fed up, right? I had to do something. Originally not something so violent, but my hatred got the better of me.