I am sitting in the waiting room outside the courtroom. The prison guard is sitting next to me. When a lady walks out of the courtroom and say "Convict number 38921" I sigh knowing when I walk through those doors I will be reminded of everything I've done and whether i get set free on bail or I get put in a long term correctional facility. I stand up and the prison guard and I walk into the courtroom.
I stand in front of the judge and the jury. The judge clears his throat and the room falls silent. He picks up a piece of paper.
"So Mr. Smith, I don't really need your chart, now do I?" He says throwing the paper behind him. "because everyone knows your story. You're world famous. You're the man who kidnapped thirty seven young teenage girls, held them captive for three years. You're the man who murdered twenty three, sixteen year old girls. You captured each of the girls on their sixteenth birthday. You brutally beaten, burned, cut, and god knows what to each one of the girls you kidnapped. You put five girls in a coma after you tried to burn them alive. You are being charged with twenty three counts of murder, nine counts of assault and battery, five counts of attempted murder and thirty seven counts of kidnapping. You wanna know what i think, I think you are a heartless psychopathic narcissistic lunatic who doesn't give a crap about how anyone else feels. I think you do this all for fun. A monster like you deserves to rot in a hole. That's why I am sentencing you to life behind bars."
The judge looked at the prison guard " take him away" says the judge pointing to the door. Rage shot through my veins as the prison guards loaded me into the prison bus.
I knew I had to get out of here before we get to the correctional faicility.
As we drove down the highway what the judge said kept replaying over and over and over in my head. I jump the the prison guard, break his neck, and then stab the bus driver. I unlock my handcuffs. I climb of the bus and walk down the street. A car stops next to me and the window rolls down, there was a woman in the driver seat.
"Sir, are you ok?" asks the women
"Yes, my car just broke down a mile down the road." I lie
"Well, I can give you a ride." she says
"Thank you." I say climbing into the back seat.
"Where do you need to go?" asks the woman
" 5527 Simon street, LA, California" I say and the women starts driving.
-Two hours later-
We pull up the a white house with a whit fence. I hoop out of the car.
"Thanks" I say
"You're welcome." she says and pulls away.
I walk up to the house, my old house. I grab the key from underneath the doormat and unlock the door. I go inside and I go and sit on the couch in the livingroom. Just then I hear someone walking around up stairs in the main bedroom. I walk up and see my ex-fiance. She jumps when she sees me.
"Mark, what are you doing here?" she asks surprised
"Didn't you miss me?" I ask
"I-I-I... You're supposed to be in prison. Why did you do it? Why did you hurt those girls?" she asks trying to change the subject.
"Because I wanted to but that's besides the point. Where's my baby girl? I say
"She's not a baby any more, she's sixteen. Today is her sixteenth birthday, you know?" she says
"I know" I say smirking "where is she?" I ask
"You're a monster. You will never be able to see her. I feel ashamed, I let a pathetic homicidal lunatic like you be her father. You don't deserve her. You should just go die, you..." she says and anger starts rushing through my vains, no it was worse then anger, worse the pissed, even worse then when you take food away from Niall Horan from One Direction. I was like the Hulk, only ten times that angry!
I grab her, spin her around, and hold a knife to her throat. "How dare you talk to me like that!" I say and I slice her throat. She falls to the ground. Her lifeless body just lays there. That's when I hear the sweet voice of my daughter say "Mom? Mom, where are you? We won the game!"
She most have just gotten back from her soccor game. I go down stairs and into the kitchen where she was. She looks at me suprised and confused. "Dad? What are you doing here? Mom said you were d-dead" she says
"Well your mother is a lying-" I stop myself before I say to much.
"She is a lying what?" asks Lucy, my daughter.
"Nevermind that, how are you?" I ask
"I'm confused, where's mom?" she asks
"Your mother had to go away for a few days. Go to your room and change. I wanna take you out for dinner." I say
"okay." she says and skips upstairs.
Just then I hear a scream I run upstairs to see Lucy standing over her mother's lifeless body, crying.
"You killed her, you monster" she cries
"How dare you talk to me like that, young lady! I am your father." I shout
"Yeah, but you're also a cold, heartless son..." she says
"Finish that and see what happens" I interrupt
She swallows hard and starts running. I chase after her. I corner her into the corner between the bed and the wall. I see that she has a phone in her hand. SO i kick the phone out of her hand and smash my elbow into the back of her head, knocking her unconscious. I check to see if she still has a pulse and she does. I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the dirt basement. I lay her on the ground. I walk up stairs and grab my ex-fiance and carry her to the basement. I lay her down, grab a shovel and start digging a hole big enough for the both of them.
Once i am done, I first throw my ex-fiance into the hole. Then I throw Lucy into the hole. I start putting the dirt over them. Just then I hear "It's the police, open up." coming from outside.
I run upstairs. Just then the police kick down the door. They chase me up to the roof.
That's when I was left with only choices. I either go spend life in prison, or I jump.
And of course, me being the one person who strangely always wanted to jump off a roof. Chooses the easy way out.
And I jump.
And it was all over... or at least, that's what I thought.
