Convicted innocence

It has been five years since my dear Trevor and darling daughter were brutally murdered. Five years and twenty-seven days, to be exact. I now sit here twelve hours away from being executed for a crime that I did not commit, a crime that I wouldn’t have ever even dreamt of committing.

It was a Saturday afternoon; Trevor hadn’t come home that Friday night. He arrived just past four. That was when I confronted him about the cocaine I had found in the cupboard. We must have been screaming at each other for over an hour. He was dealing, right under my nose.

I stormed out of the house. I needed time to think. I’m not sure how long I was out, but it was dark when I returned. As I walked up the many steps leading up to our bedroom, where I thought I’d find Trevor quietly sitting on the side of the bed waiting for me, I felt a chill shiver down my spine. Something cold had entered my house. As I entered the room, my knees went weak. On my bed, lying limp and covered in blood, were the bodies of my husband and darling daughter. I fell to the ground; warm tears fell down my ice cold face. I then heard a noise downstairs. Thinking it was the murderer; I grabbed the nearest weapon and ran down the stairs in rage.

I ran right into the arms of the cop. That night I was taken into custody. The evidence was all there. The neighbours had heard us fighting, there was no forced entry, I was covered in their blood and I was holding the weapon. There was no-one who would believe my innocence.
I now sit in my cell with nothing left in the world to live for. I fought for so many years, I’m tired now. The only life I know now is of metal bars and concrete floors. I haven’t seen a flower or butterfly in years. It feels as though a layer of ice has surrounded my mind and body.

All I have left now is my spirit and the sweet dreams every night of Trevor and Susan. I can only hope that my innocence will be proven and my name will be cleared, so that the true murderers can be found. For now I must accept my fate and join my loves in the afterlife.

 

Reviews

[Bradly]

Well, aren't you the one for melodrama :) Short and sweet, you need to write a part 2 methinks.