A Murder Mystery

Let’s talk for a second about Billy.

Billy was just adopted into a new household. He had lived a very uneventful life up until then. He was a quiet kid, always went unnoticed.

Hours after being adopted, he was murdered by the family that he was adopted into.

Billy was a betta fish. A fish whose life was cut short by the deathtrap that was my small fishtank. I was the one who killed him. It was my fault.

Taking a life is never easy, especially when it is accidental manslaughter. The unexpected death shook me to my core. Especially after the rough day I had.

I plead guilty to murder. Take me away bailiff.

On a happier note, the bottom-feeder that I bought for the large tank still lives.