[ 25. 11. 06. ]
TO WHO EVER MIGHT READ THIS,
Today, I die.
Not by needle. Not by the hands of a strange nurse, that might miss my vein. I don't want to be poked and prodded, to be stared at by judgement-filled eyes. I've decided that if I have to die, if there is no other choice, I'll do it myself. I have my tied my sheets into a make-shift noose. I thought I should have one less good-bye, to those that knew me.
Good-bye, mother.
I hope you live alone, knowing what you did. I hope it weights heavy on your soul, until the day you die. I'll tell dad you said hello and see you soon. I'm sure I'll be somewhere were Grandma isn't, but if she is there, I'll be sure to let her know you said hello, too.
Please, please, do not let my death be in vein, find who really killed my sweet girl, please. Find who killed us, and bring us the justices we deserve. Let them know that he didn't just kill one, but two. Make them pay.
I'm not what I believe, anymore.
I hope, whatever waits for me, it's sweeter there than here.
I hope everyone knows, an innocent man died today in cell block 3.
I want everyone to know, that I tried.
I tried so hard.
Good-bye.
Not a bee, but a wasp.
FROM ME.
Q. DID HE KILL HER; YES OR NO?
