The Unexplainable

Chapter 1 - You're Probably Wondering How I've Gotten Into This Situation

I had always been a rather skeptical person; the type to question everything, the type to refuse to be fed lies. I always felt as though there was a logical explanation for everything, even if it seemed absolutely baffling, I'd tell myself that we just didn't have an explanation for it yet. I couldn't imagine going about life with the idea that sometimes things just happened without reason. It made no sense. I always needed an explanation, not just because I craved knowledge but also because it put me at ease.

But sometimes questions only lead to more questions.

The year was 1954 and there I sat in the middle of the courtroom, my own thoughts drowning out the words of the plaintiffs attorney as he argues against my own attorneys supposed flawed logic in an event that transpired that he clearly knew nothing about.

I could tell my own lawyer had his doubts and I didn't blame him; I had been doubting myself throughout the entirety of these past two and a half years but all the same, I knew what had happened. I was the one who experienced it, not them.

Despite my insistence however, no one seemed to even want to consider my side of the story. It was outlandish and at this point, all attempts to defend myself seemed futile. And so I sit quietly, eyes fixed on the wooden table before me.

"16 murders, your honor. All carried out in brutal fashion — limbs ripped from bodies and remains still yet to be discovered." The lawyer continues. "Each murder was treated like a scavenger hunt, the next more gruesome than the last and the plaintiff here nearly became an addition to that...monsters sick game." He grits the words out, pointing an accusing finger in my direction.

"Objection, your honor! The opposing attorney is directing unprofessional hostility towards my client." My attorney interjects.

"Unprofessional hostility?! Ms. Wright is a serial killer! She doesn't deserve to be treated professionally!" He snaps back.

The judge bangs her gavel against the striking block in order to interrupt their sudden distraction from the matter at hand. "Overruled." She states simply, allowing the other lawyer to continue. Bitch.

I find my eyes wandering over to the one responsible for this whole trial — the one who accused me of these wrong doings despite knowing it wasn't true. She was the only one who had experienced what I had and understood what I was going through and yet she was testifying against me. My heart ached at that fact for the umpteenth time; it was so surreal. This all almost felt like a dream in fact... but it wasn't. It was all too real and that painful thought only served to drown my hope even more.

I tear my eyes from her direction the moment I catch her glancing back at me, her expression remaining neutral. I knew her well enough to know that that reserved demeanor was hiding a deeper feeling. One of regret and sorrow. She always did have the best poker face. I knew she never meant for it to play out like this but life is about survival of the fittest and it was either her or me and I loved her enough to actually be thankful for the fact that it was me rather than her. Even so, I couldn't help but feel betrayed and abandoned by the one person who I thought loved me as much as I loved her.

So, you're probably wondering how I've gotten myself into this situation... good question.