I lay here in an empty room, no furnishings, no lights. Just...room. I struggle to accept what is happening. I struggle to calm my OCD brain. I struggle...that is all I ever do it seems, that is why I'm here locked up and in rags. Am I crazy? Can I be helped? millions of questions run through my mind, but all I feel, all I REALLY FEEL is regret, and saddness I feel sorry for the man I murdered, for his family...and my family having to deal with my hoarded home themselves all they did was care and this...THIS is what I do....
Moments later the single barred door opens a young man walks in "Camie...lets go. Where? I ask all he said was "courts descision. I Knew the end was near for me I was to be executed for murder and attempt at killing a police officer. "Cam?" I don't respond I believe you can be helped.
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