Whenever I got home that day I was feeling sad and gloomy and just thinking of what I would do now that I had no job. I remember having a slight bit of madness in me towards my coworker but I paid no mind seeing as though people are mean.
Mr.Cooper where were you the night of Mr. Steve's death?
That is until... I heard a knock at my door I never really got visitors so I wondered who it could possibly be.
Well, officer I was at home that night.
As I was walking home from work Tuesday I saw one of my former coworkers. Word must have gotten out that I had been fired because as I was leaving the building he seemed happy and even made a joke about it. It hurt but I just ignored him and continued my walk home.
So, I went to bed that night with so many thoughts running through my mind. When I finally woke up the next morning it felt as though I had done something in my sleep. I though more of it as if was a dream and kept on.
And then that's when the police said that I was under the arrest for the murder of Steve, my coworker. I was confused at this accusation because I had been home all night and morning. I didn't resist and was taken down to the police station where I was questioned.