Story

This is a story I wrote for my english class. Enjoy!

The Confessions of Marks (Part 1)

Light was coming inside from the the little window at the top of the wall. The walls were all white and reflects the years of pain through them. I went inside the room. There he was. Sitting at the side of the table in the middle of the room, looking at his hand. He had a prison cloth on and he was playing with the hand calfs. He did not notice that I entered, or he was just not interested in another lawyer. I was in need of money so I had to accept this case. The last lawyer left the case in just two sessions. They told me that he was a sociopath and he thinks he killed his wife. I tried to mention my arrival by taking a few steps toward him; but he did not move. Finally I went and sat against him. He looked up. His face was dead. When he looked up his eyes were closed. I was scared for a second. I thought probably this kind of look from a 35 years old man was because of the death of his wife. He is a dead man, without any hope, he is nothing but a living shadow. I guessed that his wife had cheated on him and then he killed her. He start talking with a soft and beautiful voice. His voice somehow remind me of a character in a book, An Old man. “Are you my new friend?” said the man.

Then he opened his eyes. The blue color of his eyes was so beautiful that I could not take my eyes from it. It was possible to see life in those blue eyes. Those were the only living things in his face. “Well if you tell me the truth.” I said with a my broken voice. He smiled and shook my hand. “Truth is simply the opinion of a person. Ones opinion make their world the way they want to see it, truth is just a simple trick people use to justify their evil actions.” he said while smiling.

-Thats a bold statement Mr.Marks.

-There is no such thing as bold. Both bolds and cowards would die at the end.

-I’m not sure if I understand your point Mr.Marks.

-There is no point my friend.

He was starring at me with his beautiful eyes and he was smiling like it was a regular conversation he had in an afternoon with tea. I was beginning to think he was trying to focus on other subjects and he would not tell me the story; but with my surprise he started to talk again.

• You want to know the story? It is simple I killed my wife and now I’m here.
• Well there is no proof that you did it, and why would you kill your wife after 10 years of marriage. I’m sorry Mr.Marks but I cannot understand anything from your file.
• This is always the problem with intellectual people, they don’t see the most obvious solutions. I confessed it. I needed to kill her.
• What do you mean by “I needed to kill her?”
• You are awfully smart for being a lawyer.
• Mr.Marks if you want me to help you, you need to answer my questions.
• All these years she was corrupting my life. The story my life is like Dorian Gray. She was my Portrait.
• Ah... That is interesting. Well unfortunately I haven’t read that book.
• Then I’m afraid your answer is in that book. It was nice seeing you my friend.
• You too Mr.Marks.