Was it really my fault, I mean, can't someone fall in love and do something stupid? It was an accident, a horrific, terrible, stupid mistake. I didn't mean to kill him…

February, 25th, 1999

The music was loud, the drink in my hand intoxicating, the waves of sweaty bodies moved to the rhythm of the heavy bass music. Even through the dense crowd, they stood out; her beautiful figure coved in a vixen red slip was tight against his hard body. I could never tell what she saw in him, sure he was strong and handsome, but what about me? I was decent, wasn't I? I was good looking and smart, sure I wasn't as strong as him but I was fit.

Just that moment they leaned in and their lips touched, jealousy coursed through my veins, my blood ponded in my ears. Rage and hate controlled my body; they seemed to take over my mind. That night when he left, I followed, I stalked him for days until I seemed to have memorised his patterns. Then I killed him.