It's all my fault. That's why I'm here. My stupidity. If only I knew. I wouldn't have done it. How long have I been sitting here? I don't even know. On the damp, cold, moldy ground. This is where I sit. I'm much better than that. I should be out there making money, but I'm not. I'm here, where the rats are and it's cold. I look around carefully and notice that there are no radiators. I turn on the light, it goes out. Great, now I'm alone in the dark. All alone, I live here, all alone. I have lived here for three months. I wouldn't really call it living, staying here. Not that I want to because, believe me, no one wants to be here. The iron bars, the guards, the handcuffs. Everything happens to you after a while. The crappy food they give you. It's disgusting. I don't deserve to be here. It's not my fault. Nobody wants to help. For what ? My life is falling apart. Poor Jeanne. But it wasn't me. I didn't kill her. I couldn't kill anyone. I loved him so much. I still love him. Everyone knew it. That's why I don't understand. Normal people don't kill their loved ones, right? They just don't think I'm normal. Sometimes I don't think I'm normal, that's why I deserve to go. Go away. Forever. I came into the world, the world pure and clean. So innocent, untouched and righteous. I will leave it as a vile, corrupt and evil clan that I alone have seduced. What should I do? I can't do much. I can just wait, until the time is right. Not that I think it's fair because it's not. Taking the life of an innocent person because of a crime he did not commit. That's not true, is it? I always knew it wasn't right, but it wasn't always about right and wrong, it was also about money. I guess I'm paying it now.