Today is the first day of my new job as a teacher at the high school I once graduated from. Other than the fact at how damn early I had to get up, I was 100% ecstatic and ambitious towards what may happen on my first day back there.. 5:30 AM came all too quickly. I was in and out of the shower, dressed and. Ready, coffee in hand by 5:55 I hastily locked up my apartment and made my way to my car. I fumbled around a little in the darkness while trying to get into my car, but I eventually got it. I started to drive down my street. I had to take it slow due to ice.…

“So tell me Mr. Harold, what ha-..” “M-Marcus is fine..” The psychologist was interrupted by the shaken man in the seat before him. He was shaking, head pointed towards the floor, staring into space with wide eyes as his clammy sweaty palms were clasped together tightly. “Ok, Marcus then. Can you tell me what happened on the night of April 23rd, 2014?” The psychologist finished his sentence and fixed his gaze on Marcus. Studying his body language. “I… As much as I r-really dont want to.. I-I have to..” He stuttered. “Talking about it is the only way we can help you get through it.” The therapist stated. “Please don’t phrase it that way doctor.” Marcus directed his gaze into…