As sat in the court room I wondered how many people were beating the shit out of me in their heads. " Henry Dahmer you are here because you are being accused of mass homicide how do you plead?" The judge said to me but I zoned out thinking about Farrah. My lawyer nudged me and notioned his head to the judge. " guilty your honor." Everyone was surprised that i said that because they didn't suspect me at all because i don't look like I'm capable killing a fly let alone a human. Maybe an 2 or three hours into the trial i sat in the stand and asked questions. " henry how are you ?" A different lawyer had asked me i presume he was the shared lawyer of the victims family. " I've seen better days." The lawyer didn't hesitate to ask me about Farrah it was one of his first few actually. " Farrah Gacy you knew of her yes?" He asked my heart was pounding and my hands were becoming clammy. " Yeah I did I loved her." The lawyer asked me if Farrah was involved in the murders i told him no she knew nothing about it she was just my girlfriend thats all. " But when the police searched the entire building they apprehended you outside of they found your art work." I knew he was talking about emma and i had to come up with a lie to make Farrah look like she never knew a thing about what i had done. " That day , the. Day i was arrested that was the first time farrah ever stepped foot in that building." I flashed back in the middle of my sentence and saw farrah falling on the ground after being shot to death. " how does one not smell the horrific stench of rotting fleash." I told him i kept telling farrah it was dead rats in the walls and that she woulf get used to the smell. " now jury and families of the victims i have pictures of Mr.Dahmers art work. He passed them around and everyone had the same look of disgust on their face. " Mr.Dahmer what is it these people are looking at?" The lawyer asked me I grinned and said " you said it yourself it's art." Everyone in the room started chattering and the lawyer asked what was it made of. I kept flashing back to Farrah little moments we had it was hard to focus. " it is made from certain parts of my victims i named it emma." The entire room groaned and the lawyer said " you see this young man suffers from sadistic traits and maybe found some sexual release in these murders and in " emma" but henry may i ask what what your plans with it." I looked around then said the initial plan once finished was to send emma to the police station basically mocking them and taughting them.
At the end of the trial we were tomd that we would get the verdict tomorrow because the evidence was all there and they were trying me as an adult why not now why were they torturing me?
In my cell I sat on my bed i hadn't really stopped considering the idea that Farrah's death was my fault in a way. That aspect bothered me dearly because if i hadn't followed her that day she'd probably still be alive or if i hadn't gone to the building and went somewhere else she would still be alive my final victim was the love of my life and it was unintentional.
