Forgiven Too Late
I've been sitting in this frigid, dark room for three years now. Thanks to my 'persuasion' skills, I have convinced the guards to bring me paper and a pencil. I figure that if I should tell my story at all, it should be now.
On March 4, 2016, I was framed. Whoever did it had done it well. There was no existing proof that I did not kill Janet Doe. Ironic name, I know. Of course it was just my luck that I was found in the back yard of Ex-Chancellor Brigg's mansion, holding a bloody knife with a body laying less than five feet away from me. I was invited to his celebration of his retirement; and I admit, I had gotten a bit...tipsy. Now, even that wasn't my fault. My dear friend Simone had come along with me; knowing that I was a tad shy around higher-ups. She convinced me that if I kept drinking those goddamn blue shots, my confidence would triple. Considering I didn't have any in the first place, I could pass as a normal person, at least in this setting. An hour or two after arriving, I stumbled out onto the enormous patio in the back, and onto the freshly mowed lawn. Almost everyone else was inside, listening to Brigg's final speech, so there were no witnesses to what happened next. Now, I said almost everyone because there was still someone out there. My vision was starting to get a tiny bit fuzzy, and I realized that my drinks had been laced. Then, I saw her. My mind was hazy and I thought she was someone else. That someone else would be Rose Smith. She was my ex wife, and I admit, I hated her with a passion. She took everything I had, including my son, Ray. I staggered towards her - who I still didn't realize wasn't Rose - when someone slipped a knife into my hand. I was too busy planning what to yell in her smug face to feel the cold metal against my sweaty hands. Janet - still, Rose in my drunken mind - looked up and saw me. In her eyes, I probably looked crazy. I was. But I never meant to hurt her. And that's the thing, I didn't. The same someone who had given me that knife stepped in front of me and stabbed her. The knife went in and out and in and out of her flesh and I couldn't stop watching. Then, the stranger turned around, grabbed my knife, and stabbed her once more with it. I was about to pass out when the stranger's face was finally revealed. They leaned close to me, smearing Janet's blood on my face. "R- Ray?" I stuttered. I couldn't bel-
Darkness.
I had passed out, with blood on my hands and face and Janet's body right next to me. I knew Rose didn't like me, but I didn't think she could go as far as making our son frame me. The next morning, I awoke to harsh voices and blue uniforms and flashing lights. Next thing I knew, I was being tossed in the back of a police car. You can guess how the rest went.
But none of that matters now. Because now is a different day and I am a different person. I was never the person to even consider taking my own life; yet here I am. I have a pencil. If I can just get that goddamn metal ring off -
snap
Success. I hold that tiny piece of flimsy metal in my hand for just a second before plunging it in my wrist as deep as I could go. Things are starting to get darker now but I can't stop. I could feel my conscious getting closer and closer to blacking out before I heard a voice. "Dad?"
It was Ray. My son! He had come for me! And here he sees me in all of my glory. Oh god, what have I done?
"Ray... I'm so sorry. I... I love y- you." I manage to spit out before it all goes bla-
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"I love you too, Dad."