Today is day 14245 of my sentence. I have lived four lifetimes in these thirty-something years. Today is the day that I'm going to die. It starts in my arm it'll take a while for them to find a vein they've always been faint. I killed 12 people in 3 months. They didn't have a chance to beg. It spreads up to my shoulder I have a birthmark there my mom used to say it looked like a dog. I'm glad my victim's families are finally getting closure. In the speeches they spoke to me they said I was evil. I'm starting to think they're right. I can feel it spread down to my chest my lungs my heart. The heart that once belonged to Lily my wife. I hope my daughter doesn't hate me. I ambushed my victims in alleyways. Beat them to a pulp before they could even see my face. It spreads from my chest to my head and down again. I can see my memories in front of me. Millions upon millions of moments led me up to this one. I shut my eyes. I hear my mom's laugh her contagious giggle that my daughter now has. In 8 hours she won’t have a son. In 8 hours my daughter won't have a dad my wife won't have a husband. They couldn't identify my victims by their faces. They were unrecognizable. I think about what I could’ve done differently on the day of my trial. Nothing I suppose. I think I was always meant to end up here. It finally spreads down my thighs my knees ankles and finally my toes. My heart that society hates so much finally stops I hope my daughter remembers me as her dad not the man they tell her I am. I'm glad my victim's families can finally put a face to the shadow who took away their loved ones. Too bad the shadow's face Isn't mine.