Andre Monroe.

I have always been the kind of person to strive to see the beauty in things.
To see perfection in people.

Maybe it had something to do with the inner battles I fought.

Maybe it had something to do with my imperfections, with the void in my heart that I fought so hard to fill.

My brothers and sister were a part of the people in this world who had come close to filling that void. They were a part of the few people in the world who had loved, and accepted me in spite of my demons. They had put their lives, and their happinesses on the line for me.
The only other person in the world who had looked at me, at my demons, and had loved me either way was Isabel.

And I had ruined her life.

I should have walked away from Isabel when I had the chance to.

And I didn't.

I didn't because I'd thought that it was impossible for someone aside from my family to love me for who I was and when Isabel showed me that there was even the slightest possibility , I'd thought that I could maybe hold on for a little while longer.

In the end, I had killed her.

Don't get me wrong, Maece loved me too.

But the problem with Acy was that she loved me for what I was. She loved that I was a Monroe. And as long as I constantly credited her bank accounts and avoided any scandals, she was barely ever around to notice when I had a new scar on my body.

At some point in my life, I felt like she was what I needed. Like she was what I deserved.

Someone who wasn't co-dependent.

Someone who didn't need me.

But Isabel, Isabel had shown me that it was possible for someone else to love me unconditionally.

And I owed it to her, and to my siblings, and to my late father, to not drag my siblings into the mud.

Every bad thing they did, they did for me.

Because they loved me,

Because they loved me Unconditionally.

And if it happened to be that this was my last night on this earth, that alone was more than enough for me.

When I met Isabel Grayson eight months ago, I had stopped at the mall to get a few supplies and she had been eagerly trying to get away from someone. She had walked right into me, pushing me into the water fountain in the center of the mall.

And I knew right from the second we got talking, that Isabel was different.

For such a young girl, she was experienced, mature, she was a free spirit. Isabel taught me how to appreciate the gifts of life, and how to love and accept myself for who I was.

For the first time in fifteen years, I met a woman who made me feel at peace with my condition. I met someone who merely having her sleep beside me was more than enough for me.

Isabel and I, we had our good moments.

And we had hell.

There were times days, when Tyrese took the light in the morning and he would hurt her.

But despite everything, she never left my side and I could never understand why. I would never understand why she chose to jump off the building rather than have Tyrese kill her. I would never understand why she begged him to let her jump off instead.

Maybe I was another of her projects.

And maybe she had written a record about me like she had done with every other person she studied through the years.

But it was impossible to get myself to believe that that was all I was to her.

Because Isabel had shown me that I could have perfection even in the chaos I lived in.

Now, Roxi was finally having the perfect life that she dreamt of. She and Will were finally getting to work things out, she was finally getting her one shot at happiness and Jase, if word got out that he shot Sam Levine, that he had a hand in Sam's murder, he would never be able to lead a normal life even after he got out of prison.

Keen...

Keen was everything to me.

Keen was the very definition of family.

Keen was strength, and he was love, and he was the one person in the world who kept me moving when I felt like I didn't want to be alive anymore.

All this had happened because of me.

Maybe Jason had pulled the trigger that night, but it didn't change the fact that everything happened because Sam attacked Roxi because of something I did.

Gloria had been able to manipulate the situation because of my condition. I was her lottery ticket. I was the reason why Sam Levine showed up at the party and I was my family's imperfection.

But I was going to fix that.

I was going to make things okay again, to make things perfect again.

I bit down on my lower lip as I stepped away from the camera I had set up, reaching for the pair of handcuffs on the table before I sat down. I secured one of the cuffs around my left wrist and the other to the table before I let out an exasperated sigh and then turned to the direction of the red, blinking light from the camera.

I stared right at it.

"My name is Andre Monroe, and I am twenty six years old." I started and then purses my lip. "When I was fifteen, I was a victim of a ghastly motor accident with my father, and my younger brother, who was formally called Tyrese, now Jason Monroe." I drew in a deep breath and then exhaled. "Ever since then, I have suffered from a mental condition called dissociative identity disorder. It's uhm- " I paused, my eyebrows furrowing. "It's a mental disorder characterized by the presence of two or more personalities in one body." I said, faking a smile. "You see, I would like to think that I'm a person of excellent character but my hands, these hands- " I turned my hand so the palm of my hand was facing the camera. "Have murdered people." I said, my last words barely audible. "My other personality, Tyrese, is dangerous, and impulsive, and I have battled with trying to keep him in check for the past eleven years of my life." I continued, my voice quivering as I shook my head and then lowered my gaze.

"Michelle Lin, Thomas Van Der Woodson, Sam Levine and Isabel Grayson were all casualties that happened because of my selfish desire to," I breathed, shutting my eyes. "To lead a normal life." I added. "In the top dresser in my room, you will find Michelle's reports from our therapy sessions which I stole after I- after I murdered her." I added. "And the CCTV footage from the rooftop of Monroe and Co the night Isabel Grayson was murdered which I also stole from the evidence box at the police station the day after Isabel Grayson was murdered." I added. I hadn't always made the best choices in life but this, I would do this over and over again. I would do it again if it meant that Roxi wouldn't have to leave her almost perfect life, if it meant that Jason would find perfection someday, and if it meant that Keenan would always be Keen, always be there to watch over everyone else.

"And this is me finally accounting and taking responsibility for all the bad that I've done." I paused, and then exhaled. "Because I don't want to be the bad guy anymore. When all of this is over, I- " I paused, feeling tears cloud my vision. "I want to be at peace with the decisions I made."

To be the big brother who walked Roxanne back from school.

To be the big brother who hugged Jason when the car went over the bridge.

To do what my father had told me even in his dying moment.

To protect my brother. To protect my siblings.

"I'm not a bad guy." I added, flicking my tongue over my lower lip. " I just happen to be a really unfortunate one."