Tomorrow. Tomorrow all will be different. Tomorrow I’ll be a different person. I’ve volunteered for total personality reassignment. A complete brainwashing. Nothing of me will remain. Some say this is not justice. Some call it cowardice. Perhaps I should have accepted the death penalty, it is what I deserve. There can be no forgiveness for what I did to those girls. All those little girls.
But this is capital punishment, I will no longer be. Maybe a new me, a new person occupying this body, will do some good, do more good than I have ever done. That would not be hard. Even if she does just a little, to repay the world for all of the hurt I have inflicted upon it.
I do not envy her, this new person I shall become. This is a cruel, hard world. A cruel, hard life. She will have people to teach her, to help her to be good. More than I ever got. Not that I am making excuses. What would be the point as this stage? I wish her well, poor woman.
At midnight, I will cease to exist.
I am counting down every second.