The Journal

JOURNAL,1

I haven't written for the past few nights. Sorry about that. I'm talking to you like a real person... I really must be crazy. I've been very busy. Did you know that a female screams much more easily then a man? All I did was slowly cut off one of her legs. At least, that was at first. I told her if she didn't scream, I'd spare her life. A pity. She was rather beautiful. I would have like having her as a toy. She had screamed so loud. I rather enjoyed watching her blood go everywhere. There was even some on the ceiling. I am only writing this because I have minutes until the police show up. If I don't live, I want my story told. She begged me to spare her. She said she didn't deserve to die. When I ignored her she told me I was going to Hell. It doesn't matter to me. I am just an earthly man after all. After her leg I moved up towards her stomach. I grabbed a small knife and kind of slit it open. Not a very good idea. She had a living, breathing creature in her. It didn't really matter though. I decided it would be much more fun if she coudn't talk. I went up to her throat and slowly, painfully cut across. She had coughed up blood. Wonderful performance. She still hadn't died. She was a fighter. I grabbed a screwdriver and drove it into her heart. I could tell she was trying to scream. It was rather funny. I hear sirens now. I have to go. I am leaving blood on this page. I have grabbed a revolver now. I'm putting it up to my head. I'm pulling the trigg-