Drip. Drip. Drip.

Make it stop! That is the only sound I hear, that damn dripping. Ceaseless noise. Irritating, like sand rubbing against my skin.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It was not my fault. She forced me to it. She asked for it! Can you blame me for giving her what she deserves? Stupid girl. She should have known better than to cross me. Why does she think she is, going against what I say?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I did not mean to do it, I suppose. She just made me so...angry. So frustrated. I could not take it anymore. What would you have done, were our positions reversed? The same thing. I am sure of it. Anyone would have done the same thing. Anyone in their right mind, that is.

Drip. Drip.

They say I am the one that is not in the right mind. Can you imagine? Me, crazy? I laugh. They do not know what they are talking about. I am the only sane one! Can they not see it? She was the crazy one. Shouting and shrieking over nothing. Claiming that I could have done something so...horrendous. She actually thought that I would do that to her? How could she? How dare she?

Drip. Drip.

I gave her her just reward. She thought that about me, so I did away with her. Is that so wrong? An eye for an eye, right? And they say I was wrong. Who are they to go against the Bible?! It says it right in there. Screw that 'turn the other cheek' crock. Whoever said it did not mean it anyhow.

Drip. Drip.

So here I am waiting, for HER mistake. It should be her here, not me. Although, I suppose she cannot really be here now, can she? No, no. I guess it is rather impossible. If she were still alive, it would be her here, taking my place. I do not belong here, treated like a...like a criminal. I am not a criminal. Criminals have no motive. They are just evil. But I...I needed to do it. It was my duty. As a man, it was my duty to discipline her.

Drip.

It is still unreal. How could she have thought that I would do that? Was she really that untrusting? I gave her no reason to think that about me! That woman and I...it was a meeting! Nothing more. It certainly did not deserve what she did to me for it. Am I not allowed to associate with other women? That was her problem. She was so jealous. Just could not bear to share me with anyone else. As if I was hers, or some such nonsense. Pshaw. If anything, SHE was MINE. Not the other way around. Yet she acted like I belonged to her. But I did not. And I showed her that.

Drip.

They will be coming for me soon enough. Taking me away, punishing me for something that needed to be done. That they think I am crazy for. That is why they locked me in here. In this concrete hell with a leaky faucet. Damn her. Damn her to hell, that stupid girl. If it was not for her, I would not be here, locked in here with no chance of escape. Awaiting my imminent doom. My imminent, unjust doom.

Drip.

Not much longer now. Every second that ticks by brings that moment closer. If only it were not for her. That stupid, stupid girl. Such a typical female. Landing me here. Soon to be gone, forever. Like her. She and I will end up in the same place. No. No, we will not. Hell is not reserved for the unjustly accused. Only for those like her.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Cell 43. Is this the one?"

"Yep, cell 43, James Docker. First degree murder. The psycho murdered his wife. He's getting his just desserts, that's for sure."

"Look at him. He even looks nuts. The world would be a much better place without loonies like him. See how he just stares, like he doesn't even realize what's going on?"

"He's been like that since they arrested him, five months ago. He's unresponsive, wouldn't talk to the judge, wouldn't talk to anyone. He only mutters to himself."

"Wow. Well, guess we'd better take him down then. Mr. Docker? Can you hear me? It's time."

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Damn that dripping.