Welcome to tea, ladies. Today we decide the fate of a killer. Read a sample of this killer's thoughts. Do you want to hear more of this story? Or will it be option b....
I didn’t want to kill her, only make her notice. I had run out of options and I’d chosen a doctor’s clinic so that medical help would be close at hand, and it’s where I knew she worked. I’d asked her, once, why she left so early in the morning and came back so late, she gave me a strange look before she answered, but told me she worked as a receptionist at a clinic.
It wasn’t that hard to find her, but it had hurt when she didn’t even acknowledge that she knew me the first time I came here. Her eyes had this non-existent glaze and she handed me my paperwork without so much as a smile. Crappy customer service, that’s what that is. This is my third visit. And my last. I don’t want to kill her. But I want her to realize she’s the reason why I will kill myself.