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Case Of Insanity

It seems strange to be sitting here writing, not having used pen and paper for twelve months. They don’t usually allow you to have such things in here, but one of the wardens, with whom I have made friends, said that as I have been exceptionally well behaved he would see what he could do for me. I am writing this under supervision, however, for they fear that I may do something dangerous with the pen – such as gouging out one of my fellow patient’s eyes!

The doctors still think I'm insane and unfit for human society. They tell me that my treatment is progressing slowly but surely, and that very soon I will have my release.

They’ve been saying that ever since I’ve been here. I know that I’m not mad. I know, but they wont believe me. That’s why I asked for pen and paper – to write down exactly what happened and why. When they read it perhaps they will realize that I’m not the homicidal maniac they would have me believe.

Yes, I did murder my wife. I don’t deny it. Why should I? The papers stated that fact too clearly for me to say anything to the contrary. But I do deny that it was a “brutal killing. A killing perpetrated to satisfy a sadistic learning”, as the magistrate described it.

I knew that I was going to kill my wife about a week before I actually did it. I had planned everything carefully. Right down to the last detail. No madman would have thought it out as carefully as I did!

She came home from shopping every Saturday afternoon, her arms full of parcels. She always went out spending on Saturday. Spending the house money I had given her the day before.

I used to go shopping with her, but every time we passed the shop with the prams and the baby toys in the window she’d start talking, in that high-pitched voice of hers, about how one day we might be buying something from that shop and it was my fault we hadn’t had occasion to before now. She could be very disgusting at times! It sickened me to hear her talk so.

It was just after I stopped going shopping with my wife that I decided to kill her.

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I was even more determined after the advert came on the TV. It was advertising a brand of baby food and as soon as it appeared on the screen, my wife turned to me and said “Look at that dear little mite, Stuart. Isn’t it sweet?”

I nodded silently; guessing the way the conversation was going to go.

“Of course when we have any children it’ll be a bloody miracle,” she observed. “But its no use my talking to you. You just wont listen. You’d sooner make my life a misery.”

“But Amanda –,” I began.

“Don’t ‘but Amanda’ me,” ...

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