Awaiting Despair

It's been 5 years 2 months and 3 days. 5 years 2 months and 3 days since I've seen the light of day. I've been locked in solitary for 5 years 2 months and 3 days. I didn't understand what was happening when the guards came into the tiny room I call home and grabbing me. I might be finally going home. I can see my wife again. I can finally hold my children in my arms again.

The guards continued to yank me outside away from the building I was held in. In the near distance I could see trucks and people surrounded around something. What was happening? As the guards and I finally started getting close the mass of people they slowly moved out the way and stared at me. I saw a mixture of different expressions. Hate, sadness, and grief. A few of them were whispering to the other, but still keeping me in their sights. What is happening?

I looked ahead and saw a wooden pole standing buried in the ground. For the first time since I left my room I finally spoke, "W-what's going on? Who are all these people?" I was answered with a blow to my jaw. I fell onto the ground and felt the blood filling my mouth. I tried to stand up but the other guard kneeled hard onto my back. He leaned down to my ear," What's happening is that you're finally getting what you deserved for your crimes."

"What are you talking about!? I haven't done anything. You guys are the ones that locked my up in a room for years," I shouted at the guard. Immediately I was met with hits to my body. They kicked me hard everywhere. The air left from my chest and I heard a crack and felt even more pain. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. I could feel warm liquid dribble from the top of my head. After what seemed like forever the beating finally stopped.

The two guards pulled my body up and slammed it hard against the back of the wooden pole. While one guard held me in place, the other one started tying a rope around me and the pole. Why was this happening to me? What crimes are they talking about?

"Andrew Kellin Rodgers," boomed a voice from the front of me. I struggled to lift my head to see a tall man with pale white skin wearing black robes. This was the first time in a long time that I heard somebody say my name. "Andrew Kellin Rodgers," shouted the man once again with irritation lanced in his voice. "Y-yes," I said meekly."

The pale man glared at me and continued to speak, "You have been accused of committing heinous crimes." H-heinous crimes!? What is this man talking about? "You are charged with manslaughter in the first degree against your wife and children. It felt like time stopped completely. There's no way I could've done that. "NO," I shouted. "Y-you have the wrong guy. Hell you've gotten everything wrong. My wife and children are at home waiting for me to return! I started hearing loud whispers coming from every direction. "Silence!" Everyone went quiet. The man in robes walked up to me furiously. He pulled out a manila folder out from under his robes. He fiercely opened the folder and pull out a stack of pictures. He held a photo up to my face and I immediately felt sick. I saw the dead eyes of a bodiless woman in the photo. "This is what you did boy! You butchered your wife!"

I felt tears fall down from my eyes. That was my wife April in that picture. "Who did this? Who dared lay a hand on my precious April," I yelled with tear falling violently. "You dared do this to her!" The man then showed another picture of a small child or what was left as one. It looked as if wolves had devoured the child's body. The child's stomach was opened up with everything coming out. The face sent me over the edge. Then more pictures of children looking the same. All the children's eyes were wide open. It seemed as though their lifeless paled eyes were staring right at me. Their faces paralyzed with fear evident. I couldn't hold it in any longer and threw up on myself and the picture. The man stepped back and cursed under his breath. "Sick are we? No you're going to see everything that you've done to these people."

One by one I was shown multiple pictures of my brutally murdered family. All of a sudden I started to remember. I came home drunk because I was just fired from my job. April was yelling at me and the kids were crying and screaming like there was no tomorrow. I remembered how I went into the kitchen and grabbed the butcher knife out of the drawer. I remembered how I plunged the knife into April's stomach. How she begged me to stop. I remembered how her blood felt in my hands. I remembered how I left my dead wife and walked to the first child. I remember her begging me not to hurt her. I remembered grabbing her by the shirt and slicing her throat. I remembered how her blood squirted in my face. I remember going to each child one by one and silencing them. It was finally quiet. I remembered butchering them even more way after they crossed over to the other side.

"I just wanted for everything to be quiet," I repeated. I couldn't breathe anymore. I murdered my wife and children. The people I loved the most in the world. The most horrid thing about it was that I enjoyed every minute of it. "Well you made sure to hear from them ever again." I started laughing. The man looked at me with complete disgust. I murdered my wife and child. "I murdered them!" I threw up more painfully this time and sobbed harder. "I-I killed them!" The man turned his back from me and shouted something but I couldn't hear it.

I couldn't hear or feel anything. I looked up to the sky and saw the sun shine brightly in the distance. Next thing I know my eyes were covered by some type of cloth and everything went dark. "5 years 2 months and 3 days," I said.

The last thing I heard was gunshots