INHERITANCE III

It was me who killed Jacksie.

I can’t hold it in anymore.

I swear I didn’t mean to. I swear it was an accident. I snuck some chicken to her because she was crying for food and before I knew it she was choking. I couldn’t do anything. She strangled in front of me and I tried to get the bone out of her throat but she scratched me.

Then she was convulsing and wheezing and I ran.

I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.



Note: From the sound of it, Jacksie is a cat. At least I hope Jacksie is a cat. It was definitely a child who wrote this, going by the handwriting. Poor kid.

This was wedged under a large pot in the winter garden.