• The memory of her face flutters through my mind. She was so innocent, so alive. That's the face I try to remember. But all I see is that night.

    We were young. We were in love. Our chemistry was undeniable. So it had to end, right? I mean, we were in LOVE! That's not okay, is it? High school is so cruel.

    So we drifted apart...forced apart. I had friends, she had friends, we had friends. Where were they? Where was their support? Nowhere.

    When I saw her new guy, I was shocked. He was so unlike me. He was so cruel.

    The first time I saw her bruises, I vowed to stop them. But I was helpless. To admit my love for her would be to lose my dignity.

    I heard the news from a mutual friend. She was engaged to that monster. I noticed how heavy her covers became. How much she tried to cover the pain. She was no longer happy. I wanted to kill him.

    The wedding was planned for the spring. How ironic it seems now. They chose the season of rebirth, for her emotional death. Her every move was my only focus. I swore I'd keep her safe.

    I followed her everywhere. That night, I followed her in to the woods. He had set up a picnic, a disguise for his abuse. I watched her insecurities bubble to the surface, as his arm went around her shoulders. They sat down on that blanket and I watched her face.

    It all happened in an instant, her face grew pale. He shoved her body forward and examined the knife. He held it firmly, intently as a twisted smile covered his murderous face.

    Time stopped, all I saw was the blood drip from the knife to her golden hair. The rage I felt built up so strong and fierce. It burst like a wild animal caught inside a cage. I rushed towards that monster, seeing only red.

    My hands clasped around his throat. I could feel his life in my hands. It felt good. The terror in his eyes fueled my fire, my desire to see him die. I felt so alive.

    Here I sit, awaiting my death. I'm scheduled to die by electrocution today. Double homicide. Yes, I was charged with her murder, as well as his. I can still see her face.

    The guards approach and I must take my leave. My only regret is...