I thought of our conversation all through the night, it gave me some sort of calm and rest. I realized I wasn't just thinking of what we conversed over, I was also thinking of him, how friendly and nice he was, trying to understand more about what happened, unlike the other detective. I was certain I could trust him then, I saw the honesty in his eyes. Nurse Janice had come by in the evening to check on me after giving me my drugs, we talked about how her day went and how mine went to. I was elated and she commented on how the detective was having a good effect on my mood.
There I laid, another night in the cold empty room filled with guilt for crimes I didn't commit. Every time any of their names went through my head, the event of how they died flashed like lightning and I'd gasp, like I was being drowned in the guilt. I sat up thinking again, asking myself why May would do this to me, why she would let me end...