Jacky's Letter

To the parents and family of Madeline,

My name is Jacky Stiles, and as you have probably guessed, I've killed Maddy. The reason I'm writing this, however, is because I want you to know the truth of what happened that day.

As you know, Maddy was a very happy, carefree girl. In the hours I spent with her, I learned that very quickly. She was friendly, funny, and overall just a great girl. She was just a little scared of me, but otherwise, she spoke to me as if we were just having a normal conversation.

Even after I hurt her the first couple of times, it didn't seem to bother her. I'll admit it frustrated and angered me, and I also found it a little intimidating. She smiled and was so carefree and honest. She never once cried from fear.

But I'm not writing this to tell you what I did to her, I'm writing this because she'd want you to know. She died happy. When I asked her why she was so carefree and unafraid, she said it was because nothing could be done. She knew she couldn't get away, and all she had now was to be thankful for the life she had.

I wanted to let you all know she loved you very much, and hopes you'll remember her the way she was in life. I'll tell you that, near the end, the two of us became friends. I know that sounds weird and practically ludicrous, but it's true. She told me she hopes to see me on the other side.

That smile carved into her face was her idea. She said she wanted to be smiling forever. But you know, I needn't have done that; she had a smile on her face reguardless when her heart stopped. I know you don't want to hear about her death, but it's true.

I've never met anyone like her, and I never will again. She was beautiful and sweet, and saw the kindess in my heart that I've supressed. I'm not lying when I said we really became friends.

Now, I know all of you think I'm a monster, and I am. But being a monster makes me happy, and Maddy said that I should keep doing what makes me happy so that, when I'm caught, I die knowing that I did what I loved.

I know I'll be caught and put to death some day, but I will elude the law as long as I can. But when I'm about to be executed, I will accept it, and I'll know that my life wasn't so bad.

So please, let some laughs out at her funeral. Remember her smile, and know that she was so very happy when she went. I miss her too. She told me not to regret killing her, so I'm trying not to. But I miss her. Hopefully I will indeed see her on the other side.

Sincerely yours, Jacky