I was never a god fearing man, but after what I had done, I started to fear a lot of things. 

The church was very small, so the confessional was not very far away, but for some reason walking over felt like it took an eternity. The old hinges creaked as I opened the wooden confessional which made my heart almost beat out of my chest. Not out of fear, but anticipation. 

The moment I shut the door, it felt as if the walls were beginning to close in on me. I guess the anxiety in the box began to grow too high.That was until I saw the shadow of the old man through the screen. I waited a minute but the old man didn’t say a word. 

Breaking the eerie silence between us was much more difficult now than it was at the graveyard, but I knew that I wasn’t going to get anywhere by waiting around.

“You say that we're similar, but I beg to differ; I think that you and I are very different.”

I paused for a moment hoping that he might say something, but the only thing I ended up doing was stagnating in the silence.

 I needed him to talk. 

The silence was getting way too loud.

“You asked me a couple of questions the other day. I didn’t answer then but I’m going to now. I think afterwards you will understand that just because we carry a similar burden doesn’t mean you and I are the same.”

“…”

He didn't say a word, yet again.

Breathe in, and breathe out.

“Let's start with the first question you asked me, ‘You are the reason she died, aren’t you?’ While the question may have been grammatically incorrect, you were certainly correct.”

An odd snort came from behind the screen. Finally he did something, but I came here for an actual response, so I continued. 

“The next question you asked me was: ‘You killed her, didn’t you?’ The answer to that one is also yes.”

Normally I couldn’t get the words to come out of my mouth even when I was alone. But, I was done. I reached as far as I could go. This was the end. 

“...”

“What more do you want me to say?!” I yelled with tears rolling down my cheeks, “Do you want to know how I did it?”

Still, he said, nothing.

“Do you need me to tell you that my girlfriend was a deranged psychopath?! That she had been planning to kill me for months! Oh, but I wasn’t the first guy she had done this too! I was just going to be one of the many corpses in her closet!”

“…”

“You must be wondering by now, ‘why didn’t I turn her in if I knew so much!’ She was smart, too smart. She knew my every move before I did. I only found out because she wanted me too! It was all part of her sick game. She enjoyed the fact that I knew I was going to die!”

“…”

“SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING!” I screamed with sweat dripping off my forehead. I gasped in between breaths trying to calm my heart, but it was all in vain.

It started off as a chuckle, like he was holding himself back, but it soon turned into a loud chaotic laughter. 

It scared me. Not just because it sounded like it came from a psychotic person, but that it sounded like someone else entirely.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore!” The unfamiliar voice spoke cheerfully, as the shadow figure behind the screen lifted his hand to wipe his face.

It didn't sound like the old man at all. But if it wasn’t him, who the hell did I just confess to?