Trial

"Do you deny the charges?"

He did not speak. He just looked at his hands again. He could still see the blood. Crimson. Warm. He turned his face away.

"You have waived off your right to an attorney. Do you really want to go into the case defenseless, charged with first degree murder."

He looked up. The courtroom was dark. Pitch black. He could only hear screams. Heart wrenching wails from all around. He wanted to cover his ears with his hands, but his hands were covered with blood. Not his hands. His hands. No.

"Look at this man. He stands in front of you looking helpless. He is a cold blooded killer."

He stood there for as long as everyone wanted. Everyone. Anyone. It did not matter any more.

"Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty."

He did not hear that. He did not feel himself being taken away. He did not count the days as they passed. He was let out of his room again. He did not see the world turn dark when they covered his head. He did not feel the rope around his neck. He did not. He. Did not.


He knew all this the moment he saw. He knew it like he knew everything else. He smiled. It was inevitable. He had waited for this all his life. All his life. His life. Her.