That USB contained everything; my entire life, in photos.
Including the ones I didn’t want anyone to see.
The body ones.
The blood ones.
The killing ones.
Where the fuck was it now?!
I needed to find it immediately but I knew I had to be careful how I asked people about it.
“Sorry just wondering if you’d found a USB with photos of people I’ve killed? No? Okay, well thank anyway.”
I already knew that if someone had found it, I would have to kill them too.
I sighed. I wanted to put all that in my past, but unfortunately it had never really gone away.
I wondered who it would have to be.