I was sitting on the couch, hands covering my face. I heard the tickling clock, slowly marching its way to midnight. Thoughts raced through my head, I know overthinking things is not the best way to go about this.

Despite my incessant begging, my mind kept playing scenarios, situations where I am forced, cornered, pressured into submission.

My anxious heart kept on beating erratically, reverberating inside my chest. I can feel the vibrations, giving me an illusion of hearing thumping sounds in my ears. I can feel my knees shaking, my stomach churning wanting to vomit everything inside.

The clock kept ringing in my ears, my heart thumped. Both sounds kept on echoing, overlapping one another growing stronger by the minute.

I was trembling all the while, sweat dripping from my forehead. I felt sick, my lips felt dry and a constant urge to throw up kept me awake. My mind was in disarray, I felt nauseous my line of sight was slowly spinning, good thing I turned off the lights it would've been much worse if I could see clearly.

I got up and slowly went to the bathroom, holding on to the wall in case I lost my footing.

I peed and felt a slight sense of relief wash over me, it wasn't enough to calm my nerves but it was able to make me think. If I could think, I'll be able to find a solution. Then it hit me, a risky plan, I know but if it works then I won't have to think about the cops and I could leave freely.

I ran up the stairs, went inside the bedroom grabbed a chair and broke the window. I went next to the bed and sat on top of the lady lying with visible finger marks which dug into her neck.

I punched her face and body in succession, slapped her in some places and used a piece of wood to wreck her crotch and ass. Brutal I know but it's a risk that I have to make, this will certainly worsen my sentence if they ever got ahold of me but if it works I'll be free of suspicion and a free life.

There was a feeling of guilt, gnawing inside my bones as I did my work. My hands are shaking and my head is dizzy from stress, I bit my tongue to force myself to wake up.

I went to several places in the house and destroyed everything, I had to make it look like a fight. I took a few valuables and hid them in a place only I know the location of, speaking of which, I forgot something. I immediately head back into the house, went into the bedroom and ripped the woman's clothes.

Got to make sure it looks like violent rape.

I then took a baseball bat and started hitting myself with it. I felt extremely stupid, still I swung with reckless abandon hitting my sides and every limb until they formed purple marks.

I was biting the piece of cloth in my mouth, I endured the pain crying and wailing all the while. I couldn't just escape, they'll immediately know I did the crime. I had to go through this, I swung and hit my face, my nose and mouth bled.

Tears unconsciously masked my eyes, I felt a stinging pain in my nose and I helplessly crouched down and looked at all the blood.

My head felt itchy, a part of me wants this to stop but I had no choice I needed to finish this fast. I smacked my head a couple of times until I felt dizzy, a blurry vision and started seeing red.

I have to hold on, I clenched my fist and dug into my skin. I went and wobbled my way beside the lady and dragged her to the floor, sitting down and leaning my back against the wall, I embraced her body.

Taking a full minute to sort out my emotions, staring into space, I imagined what it felt like as a loved one who just saw his wife got raped and murdered and couldn't do anything.

I felt my rage building up, helplessness, anguish, and despair consumed me.

I went into a trance and gradually forgot that I was the one who killed her, I can emulate any kind of emotion I want to feel if given enough time thanks to being an empath. Although I felt something in the back of my head that it's not the same this time, I might seriously have a split personality threatening to emerge.

I reached for my phone and called the police, I looked at my wife with pain in my eyes, hugged her lifeless body and cried before fainting out of stress, emotional trauma and fatigue.