22:35 Saturday May 13th Police District #4 Located in the Small town of Melville

“Sheriff Kelly you have the wrong person, I swear to god I did not do this to Sarah. C’mon you know me, I could barely even harm a fly.”  I pleaded to the Sheriff. “Why... Why would anyone ever think I would do something like this to my Sarah?”  As I stood there with the ice cold iron bars held between my limp hands the Sheriff looked up at me. In his dark green eyes I could tell that somewhere deep inside he was truly disappointed in me. In that moment I could see that he truly believed what everyone around town must be saying by now. News around here spreads faster than a wildfire in a dry grassland. Every single one of them must be thinking the same thing at this point. It didn’t matter whether or not they had been friends, they had been acquaintances, or if they didn’t even know me at all they would still all came to the same conclusion about me. Why would they ever think this about me what did I ever do to them is all I could help thinking to myself. However, my train of thought was broken when Sheriff Kelly spoke.

“Mike...” He took in a deep breath, as if he was about to tell me the worst news in the world. At first he was turned from me, but now he had turned back. His eyes seemed to stare right into mine, as if he and he alone could look straight through them into the bottomless hell that must be my own soul. A tear came to his eye that then started to roll down his face like the rain you see on a window. “I want to believe you...” More tears started to come to his eye.. “But there is no way it could have been anyone else..”

Those words hit me with enough force to break my grip from the bars and send me onto my knees. I couldn’t help but think to myself “Had I really done that? Was it really me? No... No... I couldn’t have I love my Sarah too much. I never would have, I never could have...” My entire body was shaking. I started to think myself, “Is it not enough to mess with my? If you can hear me, you are a sick and cruel God for letting these things happen to your greatest creation.” I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself and I started to cry into my hands. The tears formed a small stream that ran down the side of my palm to a point where they formed droplets to fall to the ground. One or two of them fell every second. And as each crimson drop fell to it’s demise so did my sanity.