The Deceased

Prologue - The Deceased

Prologue

‘’Corey Ainsworth. Can you describe the events of the night of September 22nd 2011? At approximately 11:45?’’ I looked up at the officer, trembling with fear, and tears rolling down my face, I made sounds, but not words. I was shocked, horrified and guilty. For that day, September 22nd 2011, was the day I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. One I would live to regret, and never forget. It would haunt me, my nightmares, my dreams fulfilled with the sickness of this event, this occurrence. What had forced me to do it? Why had I chosen that it was finally the time? They were deceased now, they were no longer there to trouble me, to abuse me, harass me. I could live in happiness with the love of my life. But could I really? No, nothing’s ever that simple. I was an honest man. I told them the truth. I told them what I did, and my motives. They glared at me as though I was a mad-man. But I wasn’t. I was made insane, they made me insane! Putting me in this cell, in this place, this confinement. With no-one to talk to, no-one to care for, no future ahead of me, I’d rather be dead. I’d rather be Deceased.

I often found myself alone, I was used to it and it was something I had grown to enjoy, and I learnt to savour the moments I had with myself, as now, life was different. These moments had became rare. I deeply missed being able to drown out the rest of the world, and forget about everything, it's something I'd highly recommend if you ever get the chance, shame I may never be able to truly experience this again. The only time I will ever be alone, will be when I am dead. It's something I have dreamed of, anything's better than this place. Even hell. I know for certain that I'm going there. I sometimes think about suicide, it's a thought that often crosses my mind, yet never seems to dissapear. Even if I couldn't actually kill myself, I'm pretty sure there are hundreds of people out there who could do it for me, people who would do so without even having second thoughts. I'm sure plenty of my colleagues wouldn't mind putting a bullet in my head, who could blame them? I was a monster, a demon. A miscreation. I don't deserve this life, although some believe I do. Living in a cell, surrounded by 3 walls and a few iron bars, this wasn't what I deserved. No, I deserve far worse. I deserve torture of the worst forms, or an instant death, I don't mind. As long as I am not free to walk this wretched earth any longer. death is my escape, and it's edging ever closer.

- Pretty short I know, but I'm gonna work on more chapters, being super long :)