I am about to tell you a secret, please don’t spill.
Cocks head side to side.
I… uhm, I killed my pen today, I am a murderer. I watched him bleed slowly, I don’t know why, but I enjoyed it.
I watched his blood spew out slowly, and dried on my A4 sheets.
My first taste for kill.
A crack on the rim.
Blood congealed. I think I am gonna be sick.
If you’re reading this, I feel guilty.
I am gonna be tried.
Possibly few years behind the pen, possibly I’d be an ex-convict.
Looks around nervously.
I think I hear something.
A distinct sound, I hear the cuffs jiggling.
My suicide note will read,
‘I love y’all to death.’
Do I feel regrets?
No, no I don’t.
But… I am scared.
I killed my pen.
He deserved to die any ways.