Yesterday evening an envelope was slipped under my cell door. The contents of the letter held nothing but a snapshot of a dead body.
Her dead body.
Someone here wants to ruin my life and know it.
The warden has taken me to a room with no windows and one dim light on a dark wooden desk in the middle of the room. He quickly shut the door behind me after patting me down, and turned the lock, locking me in with the stranger that appeared behind the desk.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Clifford." He spoke lightly, with a hint of anger.
I nodded and wandered around the tiny room until my eyes laid on a cushioned chair in front of the desk. The stranger eyed me carefully, as if I was some kind of rabid dog.
The stranger cleared his throat, "I'm sure you are wondering why you are here." I nodded in response.
"I need you to answer some questions for me." He stated, sliding a paper and pen towards me. I eyed the paper and pen suspiciously until the stranger cleared his throat again. Grasping the pen in my hand, I began to write.
Where were you on the night of October 31st, 2014 at 9:45 p.m.: I was on vacation with my family, when we decided to stop for pizza in the next town over. That pizzeria happened to be Tonelli's Pizzeria.
What was your childhood like?: My childhood consisted of lonely nights and dark days.
Do you keep in touch with friends or family?: I was on vacation with my family until you little shits convicted me of murder.
Do/did you do drugs: I tried it a few years back. Let's just say it didn't bring good fortune to me, so I stopped.
Are you unhappy with your life?: No, but I'm annoyed that you shitheads accused me of a murder i didn't do.
Please write a one or two worded sentence that would describe your life of as right now: Hell.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Clifford, I'm sad to say I must be on my way." He said, and with a tip of his hat, he was gone.