"So what can you tell me about that night, Calum?"

It was hard not to hate the way that he looked at me with such curiosity. Did he see me as everyone else did, a monster?

"I don't know."

My therapist leaned forward in hopes I would say something else, but I only slouched further down into the cushy chair.

What was I supposed to say? That night was a blur of alcohol and loud music. The only thing I could remember were the sounds of people yelling for me to stop. Stop what? From killing someone.

Those screams haunted me.