EPTI started by grabbing a hammer from the garage and a cleaver from the kitchen. He sat on the couch, watching Grey’s Anatomy like nothing happened. It sickened me. A few swift blows with the hammer should have knocked him out cold, but he was more resilient than I thought. His cries for help might alarm the neighbors, and I knew I had to put an end to that. I took the knife and slashed his throat, something I should have done first to avoid such a blunder. His last moments were spent in agony for the misery he put me through. Was life in prison worth it? I sometimes have doubts, but I would do it again if put in the same situation.
People may not agree with what I did, but in my eyes, it was completely justified. I keep replaying in my head the reason I did so, and with each repetition, it becomes more and more clear. I did the world a favor by ridding it of this individual. As I sit in prison now, I’ll never forget the last words I said to him before I ended his miserable life: “You should have flushed”.
