35 years old and I've never killed a person. Well... He didn't count.
15 years ago, I was a different person, but everyone has forgotten all about that. Except me.
20 years old and full of excitement to open my reused clothing store with a small place at the front where I could sell my handmade jewelry.
It was my dream opportunity and I finally got to make a cozy clothing store with my best friend Jay.
He was my number one supporter and helped me with all my problems setting up the shop and advertising as well as emotionally.
I thought we would have no problems together until he brought in the dead animals.
They started of small, and I just started to notice dead rats lying in the drawers. I had just thought they died in there, but then came the birds and raccoons.
I was scared, I didn't know who would bring these things in as Jay only came by once a week and none of the other workers came in every day and were usually volunteers.
I called the police after the second day; I had thought maybe the animals had got into a fight and died.
I don't even know why I thought that I just wanted to make up an excuse for what was happening.
The police investigated and found nothing, not one clue, they questioned all the workers including me and Jay.
They called me and said they were looking into it and to be more cautious with who I gave access to the store. I had thought the police were being quite incompetent.
Then the head came.
One day I was looking for some tape to put up a sign when I screamed.
I think the people across the street could hear me.
A bloody head with maggots coming out of its eyes was laying in the drawer, I dropped to my knees in shock and couldn't move.
It was Jay.
It looked like he had been dead for a month maybe, which was impossible as I saw him just the other day setting up some sale signs.
I heard someone breathing behind me, I don't know how they got there but I tried to look behind me, but I couldn't move.
I felt them breathing down my neck and whispered in my ear "please forgive me"
I felt something grab dig into my arm, the pain woke me up from my shock and I grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter and stabbed whoever was behind me.
The police wrote it off as self-defense.
But 15 years later and no one knows the identity of the man I killed nor how Jay had died.