Sitting here, on a nameless afternoon, I know there are people somewhere laughing and crying. There are people out there working, or sleeping, or cheating on their wives, while others might as well be in the same place I am, a solitary cell on a remote Island, obscured by distance. I can't remember the last time I smiled, or laughed, or did anything close to human. That's what finally decided me. That's what made me want to write my story.
I know it may seem like I'm stalling, and in truth I am. But you must believe me--I am innocent! People may think being sentenced to a lifetime in prison is as bad as it gets, but to serve that sentence while knowing you're innocent? That's the cruelest feeling in the world. It's hard to touch, and I'm afraid of approaching those emotions. A first, I felt nothing but anger, but now, I suppose I feel nothing at all.
Or maybe I'm stalling because I'm afraid I'll prove my own guilt. In my heart, I feel innocent, but I know my actions have not always been so. Maybe I'm afraid of what I'll find when I go through my mind, or I'm afraid of finding the truth. Maybe the truth has been there all along.
So I guess the best way to do this is to start from the beginning. I could write this as an impartial guest, but then it wouldn't be the same. I must write my own testimony, from my own eyes.
And so I turn over the paper, and I begin…
(A/N: This is just the prologue, the first chapter will be much longer. I'll say I'll post it…around Friday. Please review, and thanks for reading.)