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Original Writing - Curiosity killed the cat.

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Original Writing. This is all my fault. That's why I'm here. My Stupidity. If only I knew. I wouldn't have done it. How long have I been sitting here? I don't even know. On the damp, cold, mouldy floor. That's where I'm sitting. I'm much better than this. I should be out there, earning myself some money but I'm not. I'm in here, where the rats are and it's freezing. I tensely look around and I notice there are no radiators. I turn on the light, it goes out Great, now I'm left alone in the dark. All alone, I live here, all alone. I've been living here for the past three months. I wouldn't really call it living, staying here really. Not that I want to because believe me no-one wants to be here. The iron bars, the guards, the hand-cuffs. It all gets to you after a while. The grotty food they give you. It's gross. I don't deserve to be in here. It's not my fault. No-one wants to help. Why? My life is falling apart. Poor Jane. It wasn't me though. I didn't kill her. I couldn't kill anyone. I loved her so much. I still love her. Everyone knew that. ...read more.


It doesn't have to work, it could just be miniature. As the electric chair is very dangerous, there are safety codes that only I know. It gets changed, at least once every month. That night, when I got home and Jane wasn't there, I stayed awake for her. I even phoned all the numbers in our address book. I eventually reported her missing. I was so distraught. As I was dozing off, I heard a loud bang on the door as if someone was trying to break into he house. I ran to the door and opened it to find the police there, a lot of them. One said something really fast about a warranty whilst the others split into the house. After about five minutes, the majority were heading towards the door until one short, Wesley looking man started shouting. They all went back and this time, I followed them. The short ugly man asked me to open the room. I was a bit confused about what he was talking about. I must've thought I was in a dream or something like that. I rubbed my eyes and everything came into focus. There it was. The room. The fat man asked to open it for the third time and I stepped forward. ...read more.


It was too late though. She was dead. The truth will come out. Someday. I believe that. I really do. It will be too late then wouldn't it? I hope people out there learned from my mistake especially curious people. "Curiosity killed the cat" . Too much current. I feel so weak. The wire is getting thinner. The noise outside of all the congregation got louder. Making me understand. The time is here. The time everyone has been waiting for. The guards get me out of my room, cuff my hands behind my back and drag me into a big hall, where all the people are. I can't see them as I have a paper bag over my face. I can hear them and I can feel them. Their eyes burning into my neck. The guards push me onto a metal chair. It is quite cold. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I sit here. They strap my arms, legs and upper body to the machine. The current is getting too much. I heard the big clock. The time was right. Ding! Everyone counted Ding! Once they counted to 12, I will no longer be. Ding! Filament getting weaker. Ding! I miss Jane. Ding! My Son. Ding! Who framed me? Ding! Do people really believe I'm guilty? Ding! Someone must know I'm innocent. Ding! I'm running out of time. Ding! I close my eyes and wait Ding! Ding! ...read more.

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