The Twist: He's Still Alive

The coroners arrived, and just as I was being taken away in a police car, I heard a paramedic

scream from my front porch. "The boy's still alive. We need to get him

to the ambulance now." I couldn't believe what I heard, and the sheer shock

of the news snapped me out of my psychosis as I began to sob once again. I was sentenced

to 20 years. A full life sentence was off the table due to what my lawyers defined as temporary

insanity brought on by a traumatic event. That's where I spent these last two decades,

rotting away in a cell, forced to think about my actions.