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September 12th, 1988

My one and only, Maria,
I finally got to love you. Noah never deserved you the way I did. The way I do. I bugged your phone when we had dinner in February of 1986. I remember reading through your texts with Noah. Noah said he was going to be out the whole day on March 28th, 1987, so I saw my chance and took it. I followed you to work, driving behind you for miles. I waited until you got off from work in the parking lot. I smothered you with chloroform and dragged you into the trunk of my car. We drove away and arrived at my warehouse. And you woke up tied to a chair. You begged me to let you go, but you knew I wouldn't. You knew I loved you. That I love you still. For days, months, I tried to calm you down. You just wouldn't stop fighting me. Then you tried to escape from me. Why? It doesn't matter because I caught you, and I choked you. I didn't stop until you stopped fighting me. I didn't know that you had also stopped breathing. I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do.
On January 14th, I drove you to highway 51 and buried you in a ditch with a red rose. I knew they were your favourite, so I gave you one.
I killed you. I'm sorry.
Now, I'm in prison, serving a life sentence. I deserve it, but I haven't stopped thinking about you and I will never forget you. I love you Maria.
Yours forever,
Killen Kinnem

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