I can't remember what happened last night.
Back in my room, I see the clothes I woke up in laying there. The stains are still faintly visible. I refuse to have those things around as evidence of anything, especially if I really did kill that pig. So I threw them into the fire. They take forever to go up in flames. Damned high quality.
All the while that they're burning, I sit watching them, fearing that I'll be caught. But all the while, there's a question running through my mind, over and over. Am I becoming a monster?