1. Murdered Memories
I sat in my cell on the same position for the hours that I’ve been here. I’ve been here for only five hours yet it felt like a lifetime. I am in shock, I’m at awe. I can’t believe that I’m here. For murder.
Murder! Me! A murderer! A woman who can’t even kill a fly and stomach gore movies. But I guess the police don’t consider that and still went on jailing me for a crime I didn’t even commit.
They thought I killed my own boyfriend. But I did not and they thought I did because it was me beside him in that blood-clad floor, with the knife in my hands. I didn’t even remember them coming and arresting me. Everything was a blur until I’m inside this cell.
How did they even know that a crime happened? Someone surely called 911 but who? I was the only one in the house when I went home. I was alone until my boyfriend showed up and surprised me. He even bought dinner; today is our anniversary which I forgot about.
We were happy eating in my dining room. We weren’t in a fancy restaurant but it still felt magical.
I stood up in my cell for the first time since being here. I’m pacing, my heart hammering. I’m chewing the insides of my lip.
I cannot remember anything after that. For the first time, the possibility of me killing Jonathan dawned on me.
I cannot remember anything. Was it the wine? I’ve barely had three glasses.
Dinner. Jonathan. Screaming. Me. On the floor. Knife on my hand. Blood. Jonathan. Dead.
Did I miss something in between? Was there someone else there? Did I kill Jonathan?
And then… I remember.
The next thing I hear were my screams.