As I stare at the 4 same grey walls I know I don't have long left before they execute me. It is my own fault I have to say sorry to the families of the men I killed. I truly am sorry for what I have done.

It was a cold dark foggy night and I am trying to get away from my abusive husband. I have tried to leave him before but he always manages to get me back by saying he will change and he is sorry but he never is. This time is different though I am nearly there my sweaty hand reaches for the door handle and someone grabbed my from behind dragging me back by my hair. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING!!!!!. My husband James screamed in my face. Then I saw it my only way out, the knife, I grabbed it and plunged it into his heart again and again. I felt like I was finally getting my own back 10 years of hate filled me up and I couldn't stop after 47 times I finally stopped and stepped over his lifeless body I was free finally. Well at least I thought I was as I opened the door at my husbands best friend lee was stood there and he knew what I had done so in his heart went the knife this time I knew I was free.
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I walked out of the bathroom of the hotel I have been staying in since I have killed my husband. I glanced at the TV and I saw a picture of me splashed all over the news it was so unlike what I am now happy and smiling while now I am sad and I look years older than 26.the police now it is me who killed James and lee and I have nowhere to go as I will easily be recognised. I have to leave straight away.

An hour later all my things are packed and ...

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