The Tell-Tale Heart

You are now arrested for murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in court. You have the right to hire a lawyer. If you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you in court.
It was I who killed the old man! I used my dissimulation and profoundness to do so!
Just then, then in that moment, I started to repent everything. The audacity that I had to kill such a superb gentleman. Who had payed me fairly and only shown me kindness. The guilt set inside of me started to derision me. So much in fact I felt I must scream a the top of my lungs to what felt like a constant pain in the deep crevices of my hideous, black heart.
Wait! I have conceived a punishment sufficient enough for me! Instead of putting me in jail, I would like to request a hanging, in which my death will take place.
Enough! I sentence you to 20 years in jail.
Good bye world! I will miss you so! If the heaven above exists then I hope it will make me a better person. I only hope that the guilt eating inside me does not conjure itself there. That the only thing I feel is beatitude and peace. *dies*
Time of death, eight fifteen in the morning!
At some point, all stories must come to an end. Mine ended not because I ran out of pages, but because I simply chose to stop writing.

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