This can’t be happening to me. I know I’m not a saint myself but the pain I’m going through right now is way more than I can handle. 

This started way back when my ambitions and lust for power brainwashed me up to a point where I couldn’t even realise that I was becoming a cruel, heartless monster and hurting a lot of people simply because of my ambition and lust for power.

This all started when I was appointed as an acting CEO of the company I was working for, as Mr Smith the CEO was on sick leave fighting the battle against cancer. After tasting the intoxicating sweetness of being in absolute control I started getting too comfortable with my position and power and money went to my head. I turned into a heartless monster, too full of pride, who saw everyone else as useless oxygen thief. I used them as rungs on the ladder upward, stepping the heads of my colleagues and trampling those in my way. Within the first two weeks of Mr Smith’s absence I have already fired three workers because I felt they were lazy and disrespectful, always complaining about being over-worked . They cursed me, called me names and gossiped about me behind my back but I paid no attention. In retaliation, I gave them written warnings and subsequently fired them.

It got even worse when I heardvMr Smith was recovering and would soon will be back. That gnawed at me like a rat trapped in a cage, and I felt something had to be done. I wasn’t ready to relinquish my comfortable position. There was only one solution; I could get rid of this nuisance Mr Smith who was going to disrupt my smooth life.

I pulled a few strings , contacted the right people, paid the correct guys and in a few days, Mr Smith had died from a heart attack. Although the doctors found it weird because he was in recovery and ready to be discharged. They could say nothing and chalked it down to just one of those mysteries of medicine because the deed was already done. 

A new CEO had to be appointed, and I definitely knew that the position was mine. Two names were proposed – mine and Ms Wilson. I definitely didn’t want to risk the chance of not being chosen, so I got some shady characters to threaten her so that she would willingly withdraw from competing for the post. All went according to my devious plan and I was appointed as the new CEO.

It was not long after being appointed CEO that something terrifying happened to me. One morning when I woke up and was preparing to go to work, I noticed my face was very itchy and swollen. When I took a look at the mirror I saw a myriad of terrifying marks and cuts all over my face. They were so deep and open that my face looked like the craters of the moon. I was ugly and disfigured. 

I tried every specialist I knew but not one could figure out what was wrong with me. Instead of getting better a few days later I woke up with unbearable pain in my back. When I looked in the mirror huge swollen scars had appeared on my back. It looked as if I had been whipped and I could not help but think of my ancestors who had been slaves in the cotton fields in the deep south. The pain was intensive and excruciating, it was hard to bear. I traveled to many places in search of ways to remove these painful tattoos on my body. 

I guess the tears, curses and innocent lives of the people I’ve taken are acting upon me now. The only thing I’m praying for is for the tattoos to stop spreading because they will be the death of me.