Diary of a Madman August 3rd
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Diary of a Madman by L. Vera
What a great day. I could not wait to tell you how it went. I went down to check for mail and guess who I saw? Vanessa. I even introduced myself to her. I told her I lived across the hall from her and she apologized for not introducing herself earlier. She was traveling back and forth from her home town, trying to get stuff situated before college started.
She was more beautiful than I imagined. She was working on her master’s in English Literature. What a surprise, right? I told her I was a writer and had a couple of books published. We talked for almost an hour. We talked as we walked back to our apartment and she invited me to a party she was having on Friday.
She was really nice and quite beautiful. This may be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Don’t worry Diary. You are still my best friend.
I woke up really early today. I decided to go out and buy some new clothes. That’s where I met Julie.
Julie must die.
She seems like a really nice girl. She has Sarah’s eyes, green with a hint of brown. When I looked into her eyes I knew she will be the next one to die.
Diary, have you ever had to go to the restroom? Then as you get closer you have to go even more. Replace that feeling with hatred. That’s how I felt standing next to her.
The pain burns through my veins and tears through my flesh. It hungers for her death.
Let me explain.
Die damn you die.
Please understand Diary. I didn’t have the guts to go to the party. I just stood at the peephole and watched all the college students enter sweet Vanessa’s room. Many of the girls were cute and clad in very little clothes. I could not help but stare as they stood waiting for the door to be answered.
There she was, she was more beautiful than before. Her smile filled my heart with joy. I never felt so happy knowing that she was happy. Then he showed up. He showed up with three other guys. They were all total jerks. They were discussing who they planned on having sex with that night. They called him T and he talked extensively about Vanessa.
The darkness covered the gruesome murder.
She stepped out with him hours later. They yelled, they cursed, they were drunk. They finally stopped when it looked like she was about to cry. I wanted to tear through the door and rip his throat out through the back of his neck.
He pulled in close and tried to kiss her. She pulled away and spit in his face. He slapped her hard. That’s where I snapped. The next thing you know I followed him into the street and followed him for a couple blocks and, then underneath a broken street-lamp, I stabbed him. I stabbed him three times and left him to die. I grabbed his wallet to make it look like a robbery but he wasn’t dead.
I did it for her.
He looked into my eyes and he begged for his life. I stroked upward through the bottom of his jaw. I gladly took his life and it felt good to see the life leave his eyes.
The hunger was not fully satisfied. It hungered for those green eyes not these putrid blue ones.