I didn't think it would end this way. Being on death row was never on my bucket list, but I guess no one every really plans for this kind of detour in life. I never had it easy in life, but I never really struggled either. I had a roof over my head and meals to eat three times a day. I was told to focus on my studies. That's all my parents really wanted. I guess they thought once I had my degree I'd be set for life. That's a lie. I wonder what they'd think of me now. Although, if they were alive I wouldn't be in here. Yeah, you got it. I'm in here for the murder of my parents. I can guarantee you I didn't do it. My fingerprints are everywhere in the house, but I visited them all the time. My supposed motive is that they are my adoptive parents and I got mad when I found out, so mad I killed them in a fit of rage. 

I'll admit I was pissed to have had waited 25 years to be told I was adopted. It feels like my whole life was a lie, but I accepted it. It's easy for me to say that if I adopted a kid I'd tell them right away, but if I got them and they were 3, they wouldn't even really get it. If I got them at any age older they'd probably have already known. My parents got me when I was 2 years old, but the time I would've understood the concept I was their baby. It was them who couldn't handle me telling them otherwise. The day they told me I asked them who my real parents were and they told me. I looked them up and they were just random people with their own lives. They didn't want me then, but maybe they want me now? I'm not some confused and tortured teen but I'm still young. Young enough to want to meet them, but I didn't plan on making them my parents. I just wanted to know them a little. My parents were the people who raised me. 

Here I am, locked away for a crime I didn't commit. A crime that has me waking up in tears. It's been 7 years since that day. Today is my final day and the only reason I'm resentful about my arrest is that the killer is still out there, maybe even killed more people and got more innocent strangers in prison. I ask for a pen and some paper, write the same letter ten times and have the send to for all the lawyers near town.