This is a story about a truly darkened being someone all void of light and love. Someone I used to know personally.
October 20th 1997: Her name was Rowan I had been with her for 10 months at the time and we were excited to see each other that day, my hands shaking with anticipation as I got her gift ready. “Oh I hope she likes it” I thought to myself. In an odd turn of events she loved the gift I had gotten her and in return I received a teddy bear. I felt inadequate due to the fact that I only got her a lousy note saying I love you but nonetheless she enjoyed it.
October 21st 1997: nothing too significant to report today I found myself wanting her more than I ever had before.
October 22nd 1997: nothing to report
October 23rd 1997: her mother now knows we are in love. She had found out about us making love and now she is punishing both of us in doing so I can barely hold myself up to think. This is so difficult.
October 30th 1997: Thankfully she let us see each other on Halloween eve but it wasn’t enough I wanted to see Rowan more and more but that evil bitch is stepping in our way. Why does she torment my life like this?
October 31st 1997: Halloween night and im so cold. Its about 65 degrees outside and yet I still freeze my bones off.
November 2nd 1997: The winter snow is setting in and this is the perfect opportunity to get even with that wretch of a mother she has. I despise that putrid slimy writhing piece of worthless trash.
November 3rd 1997: I DID IT I DID IT! Finally that lowlife scumbag has no more room to talk literally hahahahahahaha oh happy days. Still my Rowan seems upset i think telling her the only person I can trust is the right thing to do in this moment even though I feel no guilt about what I have done. She seemed so peaceful just laying there the slow slashing of flesh on that white bed sheet, it turned the beautiful ruby red color and I thought to myself why stop there? Her neck isn’t the only thing I can destroy. Oh the stench of her silky white stomach and the putrid insides of her were enough to make any one serial killer vomit at the site. Tying her in her own remains was the only thing I could do lest she would want to revive herself. In that state of being not even the devil himself would like to see his own body as mangled as that spit of the underworld, vile woman.
November 3rd 1997: I don’t understand why doesn’t she love me anymore? Why doesn’t she admire me anymore? Why does she have to scream when all I want is her love? Tying her up in the basement was the only thing I could do to keep her with me always. Though I wish she didn’t cry she’s so much prettier when she isn’t crying.
November 5th 1997: Sorrow in the night I cannot sleep while my love moans. She beckons for me to let her go but if I let her go she’ll simply leave me. I cant have that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
November 11th 1997; I let my love go in a final embrace. She looked so pretty as the shower of red caressed her naked body. She just wouldn’t stop screaming.
November 13th 1997: I made a terrible mistake in my life I killed the only thing I could care about why did I let her join her horrid mother? Im such an idiot I hate myself I need to join my love now, I am leaving this journal behind now hopefully someone with any sense of love can see who is truly at fault here. The only thing I regret is I can’t remember what those terrible screams from her vile mother sound like maybe in the next life I can hear them again, and yet again I can see the ruby red curtain envelope my love as I whisper into her ear, “I love you.”
Credit To – Coliosis69