Prologue
This man was pure evil, but he was ever so perfect to me. I should have listened to what all of them said, but I refused I thought I knew him. That night he was different. Not the man I knew, he screamed and paced. I tried to calm him only to be yelled at. His sanity had been slowly slipping away I could tell, but that night it completely disappeared. He stormed from the house before I could understand what was going on. I ran after him but I was not fast enough. He ran to the shed in the backyard. He threw open the doors in a fury of rage He pulled out a gun. A twisted look was in his eyes. He muttered under his breath. How could I, How could I have ever trusted him? He is evil I realized. It was pitch dark and I could still hear his voice ringing in my ears "I will come for you! I will come for you when I am done with your family! I will come for you!"
Chapter 1
White brick walls surround me; a metal door keeps me from the outside world well at least the other murderers on death row. I am most likely not very clean anymore. Before I was sent here I had long wavy brunette locks, now my hair just hangs dead over my shoulders filled with dreadful knots. I haven't seen or used a hairbrush in at least a year. My eyes now are a cold grey, my pupils dilated due to the lack of light here. According to everyone I knew I used to be a beautiful woman, I am not sure that was ever true. Now my once flawless olive colored skin is covered in dirt marks and bruises from sleeping on the steel cot. I think it even paled since being here. I can that I have lost weight as well; the food they serve is anything but delicious and I try to not eat it as much as I can. Some days I wish I wasn't so beautiful when I met him, that way he would never have fallen in love with me. I have stopped trying to keep track of the months or years I have been here; it is confusing. I don't even know if it is day or night anymore. It is cold so I am guessing it is winter or at least early spring… Heck it is always cold in here. This is probably because half of the people here don't have souls. My bunk is hard I don't even have a proper blanket just a small cotton throw that has been well used. Outside of my cell I can hear them… the ones who "take care" of us they walk up and down the halls monitoring our every move. All you have to do is sneeze and it seems like the whole prison goes on lock down and every guard is pounding at your door. They treat us like animals; the least they could do is give some of us a bit of sympathy. We aren't all guilty; then again that isn't how they think in their eyes we are just the ones who have done enough wrong to get ourselves in this Hell on Earth. On my door there is a name card like the ones in an animal shelter my name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Josephine Andersson and never again will I see the ones I love again, or at least the ones left. If I were offered a chance to change one event of the past I would make it so I never interacted with him. I took his life before he could take mine, but I didn't kill the others.
