Through The Night

the ending

"Rachel, right?" he asked and I nodded 'yes' .
" whyd you do it?" I shook my head as the tears began to call faster.
"How could you kill so many people? What did they ever do to you,huh?" he three the questions like knives. I kept shaking my head.
'this isn't happening' . my thoughts were quick to leave my mouth.
" tell me Rachel?! How did it feel to slice open you're parents and youre sister?" he kept on it, relentlessly. My mindstill wouldn't let my mouth say what I wanted. Why didn't he mention Rachelle? She was there to.
" Answer me Rachel! Why?!" finally I found my ground.
"I DIDNT DO IT!!!!! I DIDNT KILL THEM!!!!" my words came out like bullets and I heard them echo.
" I didn't do it. I couldn't, I wouldn't. " I kept saying these words now that I was able to speak.
" you did do it Rachel. You killed them dead as a football. Yours father, youre mother, youre. Sister, and Ray. " I looked at him. Why wasn't he mentioning Rachelle?
" wha......what about Rachelle?" I asked. Tears welling up in my eyes.
"Whose Rachelle?" he asked, scooting closer to me. How could he not have seen her.
"She was there.....she....She was laying on the couch beside Amanda. How could you not have seen her?" I kept stuttering but I got the words out.
" there was no-one laying on the couch beside Amanda. " he motioned got a man to come in.
"Yes.....yes there was.....THERE WAS!!!!" I kept screaming.
"Why don't you believe me?!" the man came in and unhooked me. I kept repeating myself. They wouldn't listen. The top looked at the man handling me. .
"Charge her with four counts of first degree murder and two counts of insanity. Shea going away for a longtime."
I began screaming. But no matter what I said they wouldn't listen. They wouldn't. Through The trials I kept repeating the same thing. ' I didn't do it' and I'd wasn't me' became my natural phrases. The trials passed by in a haze. I remember clearly when I was convicted. Life in prison no parol.
I was taken to a cell that became my new home. Every night I woke up in a bead of sweat that drive me insane sooner or later. They still call me Pure. Pure as a newborn baby. Or an old Christian woman. But pure evil.........yet they werent there and I tell them that. They just laugh. I'll be here for the rest of my life anyways. I'm only 27. I've got along way to go. If at least oneperson believed me. But yet again.......like ive said before......I've got a long way to go.