Last Letter

My Dearest Scarlette

By the time you receive this letter I will be only a memory. When this all started 10 years ago I thought my words could save me somehow. If I said everything I knew, they would let me go, but it only made matters worse. I had no idea every single piece of evidence would point to me.

I wish you were here so I could see your face one last time, hear your voice say it will be okay. It wonʼt though, and I know that.

I'm sorry I haven't wrote you in a long time but I read every single letter you wrote me. I'm sorry about your father, I would've sent flowers if I was able. I hope your mom is doing better and congratulations on your baby girl. It sounds like you've made quite a nice life for yourself. If anyone deserves that, it's you.

I sit here day and night thinking about that breathtaking smile of yours and those piercing green eyes I could never forget.

I've went over how to write you so many times the words just jumble together. I'm forever grateful of you for believing me when the whole world seemed to turn on me so fast. I know you must've had doubts and maybe you still do.

I would like to clear any undone details you may still question. That is the reason of my letter as I'm sure they will tell you tomorrow when this is over.

There is a box inside my cabin, hidden under a plank in the floor. In it, you will find a letter from my mother confessing that she framed me and that I deserved it. You will find a tape and a tape player and if you listen to it you will hear her talking to my little sister right before my mother shot her twice in the head and once in the chest. She says "You ungrateful little brat. Both of you. I was never meant to be a mother. I bust my ass at work and all you can do is complain about hunger!? You don't even know what hunger is! You will pay child. Both of you will. The police will come, arrest your sister, and I'll be dead on the floor with you. She deserves to be framed after telling those teachers at school I made her drink bleach! That's exactly why you don't scream as your mother holds a gun to your head. I hope you go to hell, that's exactly where you belong." You can hear the gunshots so please don't listen to it around anyone else.

I have tried to tell the guards here about the box but they will not listen. I've exhausted my breath trying to get out of this place and I have accepted that I will die here.

There are also some pictures in that box you can keep if you would like.

I'm so sorry we couldn't run off to Paris as we planned and see the world one monument at a time. I will always be close to you even if I am not on this Earth.

I have to go now, they are calling my name. The electric chair awaits. I will love you forever and I wish you the best life you could possibly live.

Never give up Scarlette. You are beautiful.

Love Always and Forever

Autumn