Spinning a Story

So I tried my hand at a little short story tonight and thought I would share the outcome.
For a little background information: My roommate Whitney works as a dispatcher for the campus police and while she is working sometimes we go in to visit her. Tonight just happen to be one of those nights and while she was on break she took me into one of the interrogation rooms and told me to write a confession. For your amusement and maybe because I am a little proud of it, I will share it with you all.

  To Whom it May Concern,
            I have lived with this guilt too long and must come clean. I feel as though I must confess a sin too grave to speak out loud.
            On the morning of September 23, 2011 I had just returned to my apartment at 557 E. 400 N. #3 after a wild night spent in the company of a man I considered to be the love of my life. Much to my shame and possible eternal damnation I went against my conscience to give myself completely to this man I believed to be my soul mate. It was after He took that which is most precious from me that I learned of the false pretense under which it was taken. He was not the man that I had once thought just hours before. Filled with such horror and guilt at what I had done, something dark and sinister awakened within me. 
             The smugness with which the man, nay, this beast looked at me as some animal would look down on it's recently killed prey. Prey not killed out of necessity but merely sport. What ensued cannot be given in detail, as my memory has been obliterated, but this I must confess; the life of one Leilani Rose Richens was taken by my hands. Something that was building as I left that animal to return to my now shattered life snapped as my roommate Leilani questioned me when I returned home. Instead of attacking the one I truly hated I attacked her. I was crazed and possessed by a power far greater than my own. 
             You will find her body buried on Old Main under an unmarked mound of dirt and I will be awaiting you.


And what would be a story without a picture to go along with it. Thanks Whitney for drawing it out for everyone.

Haha I promise I am not disturbed and my roommates/those around me really have nothing to worry about ;) Writing can be so fun sometimes!