Dear Mr. Wright I am writing this letter to you Mr.
Wright, and to all the people whom it may concern. This letter will tell you of all the agony and despair you had caused me to face throughout the thirty years I had lived with you. In these past few years I’ve spent with you I’ve learnt a lot about you and myself. Before I came and got barred behind your grey bars I had a life, a life you banned me from.
I used to wear pretty clothes and sing songs in the choir until I got married to you and was brought into this desolate, gloomy, misery-filled farm. I always felt there would be something better around the corner and tried to bury the pain and disappointment I was feeling, but it rather got unbearable when I saw you had killed the bird. The bird was my companion, a friend that listened to me when I told her of all my desire and agony because I had no friends to talk to as they think our house weren’t cheerful. She symbolized who I truly was, she gave my life meaning.
The door of the bird cage being broken brought upon me freedom, it showed me that the bars you had put me in were also broken and I knew I could now do whatever I desired. I knew this was my chance to release the anger that had been building up inside of me for the past few years. Although I was afraid of the consequences that would occur after killing you, there was a part of me that knew I had to do this or else it would be another missed opportunity. While I was sewing I planned the murder. I trembled and feared the situation but deep down I knew I had to do it, I knew it was time for me to knot it.
As the seconds came closer I was more and more excited to commit the murder, to kill you the same way you killed the bird. But as I slowly slipped the rope around your neck I shivered, I trembled; I felt it was all a dream. After a few hours I had slowly come back to my senses and there you were with a rope around your neck, no longer breathing. I was unconscious of the act I had done; I didn’t know whether I was supposed to be relieved or concerned. But what else could I have done? I always wanted you to show me love the same way Romeo showed Juliet. They had an unbreakable bond and sacrificed their lives for each other.
But you, you had no interest in me; you never accompanied me or showed me any love. You knew that I needed more respect and desired company, but you’d thought I was incapable of doing anything except ‘trifles.’ Even after committing the murder you men still tend to think I’m just another ordinary woman who is incapable of committing something so manly. I knew I would not have been suspected of committing the murder, and this was one of the reasons that pushed me to the brink of committing the act. All I asked from you was to accompany and respect me but your inability to do this lead both of us to a bad ending.
Here I am in jail, thrown back to the cage I was in when I was with you, but at least this time it’s not you that has barred me from the rest of the world.