Guest post by Suyash.
I jerked awake as my chef slipped my supper into my room.
I smiled at him, he had a look of disgust on his face. I wondered why.
I remembered my family from back in the day: a devoted mother, a strong father and an annoying little brother. They doted on him so much I was almost jealous sometimes. He became a fine man, more successful than me even, and our parents were very proud.
Right until the day we found his body in a car. The brakes had failed. That tore the family apart. My mother overdosed on pills, and my father hung himself in grief. Thank God I survived as I dug into the meal which looked much better than it tasted.
“Looks pretty normal from the outside,” the prison guard said, “who’d have thought he murdered his entire family”