The First Time

 

The First Time 

 

The first time I did it had been an accident. I had been nervous, scared even, my whole life. No matter what job I had, who I met, where I went, I had always struggled to fight my fears. It was made worse by the people who could sense my fear, my nervousness, and played on it. Now though I didn’t feel scared, or nervous, I felt euphoric, and it was all down to my boss. 

We had come across each other, purely by chance, walking in opposite directions through the local woods when he stopped me and began ranting about how shit his life was, how much he hated the business and all his employees, and how he wished he could just walk away from everything. and it was this moaning about how shit his life was which, in a way, inadvertently what made me change. 

I don’t know how it happened. I didn’t mean it to, at least I don’t think I did, but when he started belittling me, yet again, I surprisingly found myself straddling him on the ground, with my hands around his throat, until he finally stopped struggling. 

 

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