Every day, I felt her watching. She didn't think I knew, but I did. I have no idea how Aiden found me, but that was irrelevant now. Fact was, I knew.
And I didn't blame her a bit.
Oh, sure. In court, I didn't show that I was sorry. Even the judge told me, "Your lack of sorrow forces me to impose the death penalty." But none of them, not even my parents, lawyer, brother, or anyone else knew that inside, I was sick over what I'd done.
I'd originally been studying to be a psychologist. I knew I was being delusional when I killed Aiden Hall. But she looked so much like my ex-fiancée, Melanie--the witch that left me at the altar. I was so mad, and in my sick brain, I thought that killing someone who looked like Melanie would give me some release from this pain... But it didn't.
The police reported that it was an anonymous caller that let them know where I was. No one knew that I made the call. I couldn't live with myself, but I couldn't just turn myself in, either. No, what I had done was deserving of death. So I fooled them all, making them think I was some kind of unapologetic monster--when in reality, only the first part was true.
So, here I sit on Death Row, after being haunted for months in that classroom. Waiting for justice to finally prevail...