|A Spoiled Life (standard:mystery, 2738 words)|
|Author: Durk||Added: May 06 2002||Views/Reads: 1975/1378||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An innocent man tell his story on Death Row. Sentenced to die for a crime he did not commmit. In the remaining hours of his life the man finally gets the chance to see through all the lies and comes face to face with the person responsible for EVERYTHING.|
On January 16th 1995 a vicious earthquake struck the city of Kobe Japan leaving over a quarter of a million people homeless and killing over four thousand. A mixture of men, women and children, all belonging to families. To lose your family like that is a pain that few of us could cope with and one would question whether there is a God if he stands back and allows such things to happen in life. That event will always stand out in my mind, as that was the day when I was charged with the brutal murder of my wife Sarah. As I sit here and write I wonder just how long do I have to live? I look around me and I see many people like myself, we are complete strangers to one another. However our one similarity, we lie here waiting to be told when our lives are over. Last week an execution was authorised by the courts and one man, charged with the brutal murder of his two children was killed by lethal injection. This man was guilty and was a well know paedophile. His own wife caught him at the scene of the crime. A blood soaked knife was found in his hands, the man simply stood there with a large smile across his face as the bodies of his kid's lay on the ground, their throats had been slit open. These types of people (if you could call them that) have no feeling towards anybody or anything. How this man could butcher his own flesh and blood like that is beyond any sane person's comprehension. He will not be missed on this earth. This type of punishment can only be deemed suitable based on the severity of the crime committed, but the system can get it wrong. How you may ask, well I am one such example. Sentenced to death for a crime I did not commit. Ironically I lie here writing this because of attempting to intervene and save my wife from her attacker. The 31st of December 1994 was the night it happened. It was the day of my bosses 50th Birthday and he had decided to have a Company celebration. We had achieved record profits for that particular year and had now made the top twenty lists of the richest firms in America. My wife Sarah had accompanied me to the party though everyone there bar me would have been a total stranger to her. We had just come through a rough patch in our marriage and were weeks from filing for a divorce agreement but then had a dramatic change and we chose to try again for sake of our two children, James and Anna. While I tried my best to stay by her side throughout the night it was becoming increasingly difficult due to Paul, my assistant from the production floor. I do not believe that this man knew the meaning of the word relaxation. He spent the whole night discussing the future of the company at this exciting time as he put it. Possibilities of new management, which could mean promotions for the two of us, were on his mind. I could tell. The company had wanted to hold talks with us last week but due to unforeseeable circumstances decided to cancel them at the 11th hour. Instead, they would hold them at a later date, possibly after the party, which would give the two of us a chance to prepare a presentation, increasing our chances of that promotion. As the night commenced I continued to be distracted by Paul and lost track of Sarah. Excusing myself from his company I decided to go and look for my wife whom I knew would not be happy that I left her by herself for so long. Unable to locate her I asked my secretary Julie whom I had spotted talking to her earlier on. To my amazement she told me that she had become fed up and gone home. Apparently I had spent over an hour and a half discussing the promotion with Paul. This had infuriated her so much that she left the party. Using my cell phone I tried to contact her, there was no answer. I presumed that she had not got her phone with her that night. I tried calling the landline number, still no answer. She probably knew it was me calling her and I guessed she was not in the mood for listening to my excuses. I had promised not to leave her alone and I broke it so maybe I did deserve the silent treatment. But we were starting our relationship off again and I had to go back to the house to sort things out quickly before whatever relationship we had left was gone forever. Click here to read the rest of this story (185 more lines)
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