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The Execution of Marissa Wilkes

A young girl dreams to be a princess, some may even dream to be a doctor. A young Marissa Wilkes used to dream of becoming a nurse. She had such bright dreams, until the day she turned eighteen. Her life, by all means, was never perfect, but that summer night of 1969 marked the day her dreams were shattered, they were shattered by a mother who never loved her, and a man who thought it funny to ruin her in a way that could never be healed, but it’s okay she got the last laugh in the end, a soul that was broken and jagged was bound to cut someone. Fast forward six years later, Marissa finds herself behind bars, being charged with five murders, and facing the death penalty. Enter twenty-two-year-old Reed Thatcher, an up and coming journalist, and mystery novelist, who is handed the opportunity of a lifetime with having the chance to interview Marissa weeks before her execution. It was up to him to find out how this once bright-eyed girl who dreamt of being a nurse, manage to have a downfall into a murderous game of marital woes. Will Reed find out the answers he needs, or will he fall into her trap like all of the men before him? Life is a game and Marissa always strives to win.

By Kasey RatliffPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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The night was warm, much too warm for a December night, even if she lived in Florida where they were known to be a warm state. She takes a drag from the cigarette that she had been holding between her left index and middle finger. The game was coming to an end, she knew it was, or maybe it was only just beginning.

That’s all life has ever been, a game. It was a game of hope and despair, some were privileged to feel hope, while others, like her, were destined to feel nothing but despair. Marissa often wonders, if she would have had a different life had that night back in 69’ had never happened. If that dreadful morning had never come after that wretched night.

Marissa sighs and stubs her cigarette out onto the balcony railing, she looks out across the backyard behind the mansion she acquired in her fourth marriage. She knew that it had become an addiction, but after the thrill of what she’d done six years prior, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to see the life drain out of the men’s eyes that she said ‘I do’ to.

She couldn’t help but smile, all of those plans her mother had for her, gone to waste. It was something that Marissa reveled in, this was her mother’s fault anyway. Her mother was the sole reason why the plans she made for her daughter fell apart.

A shrill scream sounds from the inside of the vast mansion, Marissa sighs, so here was the end.

Another smile comes to her face when she hears the head maid desperately talking down into the phone.

“He’s dead! She’s killed him, please come quick!”

If Marissa hadn’t been growing bored then the maid, more commonly known as Stella by her friends and Marrisa’s own husband, would have never known that it was her that had killed her husband.

Charlie McAlister was a sweet man, well, he was whenever he wasn’t sneaking around with Stella. Marissa never loved him, but she wasn’t about to look like the fool in this, being the fool just wasn’t her style.

The sirens from the police cruisers could be heard from miles away, a cool laugh leaves Marissa as she bows her head, allowing her blonde curls to fall in front of her eyes.

“Are you proud of me now, mama?”

Marissa smiles and leans her head back, letting the warm air wash over her face as he breathes it all in.

“Are you proud of the monster you created?”

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