Creative Writing: Fortunato's Funeral

It seems that I see a black shadow following me all day, every day. It seems as it is out to destroy me and all the thing I care about. There's a darkness slowly creeping upon me, waiting to drag me down to my very last breaths.. Revenge, I have figured out its only a temporary satisfaction. People do things they arte not proud of and later regret, but I have done something most people would'nt think of doing. I am haunted by the sickening act i performed every day. Everything I have done leading up to the trapping of Fortunato down in the cellar keeps replaying over and over in my head.

When I was a kid, I always had a hard time. When you have a dad who blames you for the death of his on true ove, it really takes a toll on you.. My house