[ WP ] A man on the death row realizes his fault and experiences guilt , for the first time on the night before his execution .

[ Dear Backstabbing Sack of Crap No Longer Intern To the Agent of the Coen Brothers Who Stole My Story Idea And Got An Oscar Nomination For Best Writing ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1rtrwa/wp_youre_a_murderer_who_keeps_one_item_from_each/cdqu9jl ), 
 
 Sometimes, at night, I lay awake and meditate upon things you ’ ve written to me, and I realize I must let go of my anger, release it from my soul, because the thought of how you told the authorities about the murders I confided to you being responsible for my ‘ serial killer ’ reclassification and subsequent death sentence, and how I ’ m writing what ’ s gon na be my last letter ever to you right before these pricks inject me, when I dwell on this, I ’ m afraid I might die of anger before they get the chance to kill me, and where would the justice be in that? 
 
 It was during one of these profound moments of introspection just this morning, when I was getting all worked up about thinking about how your betrayal was the worst possible thing anybody could possibly do to another human being, that the prison pastor asked if it was as bad as murder, and you know what, he was right. What you did is just as bad as what I did. So, I kinda admit that what I done isn ’ t socially acceptable, if you admit that you ’ re a horrible person, too. I asked the pastor if that was guilt, and he said for me, it was close enough to count. So even in the end, I ’ m growing as a spiritual person. 
 
 Which brings us to my point. You told me, right around the time MY/ ’ your ’ ( I ’ m using sarcastic air quotes here, to convey a sense of imagery ), right round the time ‘ your ’ script must have been picked up, you wrote to me that the story was ‘ too meta ’ and that I ‘ was not an adequately compelling character ’, because I ‘ wasn ’ t complicated or redeeming or redeemable ’, or something along those lines. But I think a self-acknowledged narcissist is a compelling and complicated character, especially if he was smart enough to make his millions through murder. And I ’ ve earned an MBA since I ’ ve been here, too. So there ’ s that. 
 
 And, oh, by the way, guess who has AB- blood and is donating his organs? That ’ s right, you backstabbing poop face, I hope [ your son ’ s leukemia ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/2jdlki/wp_link_your_favourite_submission_on/clazj5p ) is cured by my hepatitis tainted marrow. How is that for irredeemable irony? Of course, you could just wait for another geographically close AB- donor to come around. As the pastor would say, what would Jesus do? 
 
 Alright, it ’ s time for me to go. I regret I ever tried to tell the truth. 
 
 Fuck you, 
 
 LL
