An Absence of Dark.

My third grade teacher was a bitch. Her husband was a scientist for NASA and she absolutely loved to use her "superior" knowledge of the universe to ruin the few good things that I had left in my life. When I was four and was scared of the dark, my grandfather told me that the darkness was the shadow of the spirits of the people who had loved me. While it may sound creepy to everyone else, it gave me a sense of comfort, comfort that was taken away from me three years later. Because apparently darkness wasn't my mom, dad and sister looking after me, giving me a sense of comfort I never had ever since their passing. No, darkness, according to Ms. Fleming with her damn rocket scientist of a husband, was simply the absence of light.

"Darkness," she said, "doesn't exist, and don't let your fools of parents tell you otherwise."

Well, my parents can't tell me anyway, and even if they tried in their state of nonexistence, apparently they're not watching over me anymore, so don't worry about that Ms. Fleming, you can ruin my life all you want without consequences.

So why was I thinking about this the night before my death by euthanasia? Because it was dark. Every time, all my life when it get's dark, that is all I think about. My third grade teacher ruining the only good thing I had going for me at age eight. I still found darkness comforting of course, still pretending like the blue eyes of my family was piercing the black and looking after me, keeping me safe. Childish? Yes. Foolish? Yes. Too hopeful for words? Absolutely. But at this point, it was too late for me to care.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason I was thinking about Ms. Fleming. It was her fault I was in this mess in the first place. She had the nerve to name me as one of the criminals that murdered that poor girl. And with my lack of legal representation, the judge and jury had no choice but to convict me guilty. With my death, the true murderer walked free. Lucky them.

I laughed, the chuckle echoing in the lone cell. It was ironic really. I had committed thirteen murders in my life of people guilty of crimes worse than mine, and I was going to jail for the murder of an innocent person, a murder I didn't even commit? After fulfilling my goal of eliminating the people responsible for my family's death, all I get is a death sentence myself. I laughed again, the sound ringing in the darkness. It’s truly funny how Fleming thinks she’s getting the better of me. I've finally avenged the passing of my loved ones, and I knew that while you could repent for your sins you can't  repent for your revenge. So I guess Ms. Fleming wasn't the only bitch here, apparently karma was right there beside her. 

I was looking forward to it, joining my family, to be there together once again. Hovering over our friends and family, becoming shadows to look after them. Because she got it wrong. It's light that doesn't exist. It is simply an absence of dark.