Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33488654-20180828005908

December 23rd, 2004 I sat at a table in a poorly lit room. I was brought into this room by some guards for interrogation. A detective sat in front of me, he had a notebook and a pen out to write down notes he thought was important. I was rotting in this damn hell hole for a year.

"Tell us again. Why'd ya do it?" The detective said in a cold, harsh tone.

"I told you everything there is to know about why I killed those revolting things." I snapped at him.

"Just tell us gain so we can be sure we got it straight." he replied in the same tone.

"Fine." I said angrily.

"Alright then, how did this all start?" The detective asked.

"May 17rd, 2003. I had taken a pregnancy test. I was pregnant from the one night stand I had with some guy I met two weeks before. I had forgotten to use protection. I tried to find the man a couple hours after I took the test, but he was nowhere to be found as he had already left the state the week prior. I guessed I'd just have to go it alone since I didn't really feel like finding a guy." I answered.

"Why not?" The detective asked.

"I just didn't feel like going through the whole spiel of dating again after my boyfriend had dumped me months prior." I answered.

"What happened after the pregnancy test?"

"It was July 19th, 2003. I had just gotten a dog a week before. It was a Siberian Husky. He was about 10 months old, and he looked like such a good boy. I thought of him as one of the best pups I could ever have asked for. But did me baby woke me up to the reality that I was dead wrong." I answered.

"Alright, what happened after you got the husky?" The detective asked.

"It was August 24th, 2003. something had started to feel a bit off about the dog. He is just doing his usual stuff and being his usual self. But I still can't help but feel that he might be wanting to do something to my baby. I guessed I'd have to keep a watchful eye on him to make sure he didn't try to do anything to the baby." I answered.

"What happened after you first started to feel something was off about the dog?" The detective asked.

"It was September 5th, 2003. I was still feeling a bit off about my husky, it got worse and I was starting not to trust him anymore. He was still acting like his usual self. However, I still hadn't been able to shake this feeling for a week that he was going to do something when my back was turned to him. And I could've sworn his eyes looked a little more aggressive than usual, and that his teeth looked a little sharper than usual. I just hoped he didn't hurt me or the baby or make a bad mess. I also hoped that the changes I had seen in him were just a bad dream." I answered.

"What happened after the supposed changes? When did you start to hear the voices in your head you said about?" The detective asked.

"It was September 13th, 2003. I couldn't take it anymore. My fear that my husky who I once thought was so sweet was actually a savage, predatory beast in disguise was just starting to cripple me. I had even installed cameras inside the house to watch and make sure it didn't cause any trouble. I had started hearing the voice of a small girl in my head saying over and over again "The disgusting mutt is evil mama. Slay that thing." I feared I was starting to go insane. I despised that disgusting thing. I just wanted it out of my life. But there weren't any shelters close by, so I was pretty much on my own with that demon. I said to myself, 'If this gets any worse, I'm taking matters into my own hands.'" I answered. 