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Diary of a Madman – August 9th

**Author’s notes: This is the fifth piece, the first is found here

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August 9th

Dear Diary,

That woman down the hall was staring at me again. She just stands there staring. When will she stop? I can feel her eyes following me down the hall. Her eyes burned tiny holes into my back.

Diary, today was just exhausting. Julie is such a simple girl. She works at a local clothing store as a sales clerk. She is beautiful girl but hides it behind unflattering clothes and thick glasses. She lives outside the city in an old house. By the looks of things she may have inherited it from her parents. I will check more into that tomorrow. At the store I wandered near the staff back room and on a cork board, plainly visible for anyone to see, was her shift hours. This is way too easy.

She drives a small compact car. Typical. She had about twenty or so empty soda bottles litter the passenger side seat and floor. So she obviously doesn’t give many people a ride. Therefore, she probably doesn’t have many friends. Perfect.

This one feels a little too easy. But that’s okay. I got back early and got another horrible piece to my new book done. I’m so close to just starting over.

Anyways, Diary, Vanessa’s back. I heard her crying as I walked up to the apartment. I don’t see why? T was a loser anyways. She is definitely better without him.

The hunger needs it,
The hunger wants it,
The hunger will get its satisfaction.
It always has.

Page 39 from the novel To My Enemies by T.Casil

Do you remember me? I’m sure you don’t.

Those thick rimmed glasses, the ones I fixed with tape after your boyfriend stomped on them, were replaced with contacts.

I fixed my crooked teeth. The same teeth that kept me from smiling because I was afraid you would think I was ugly.

I no longer have the long hair you use to touch and say, “Why do guys always have nicer hair?”.

My large clothes my mother bought at the thrift store, are now gone and replaced with a two closets full of clothes.

I workout four times a week for the last three years. I still remember when you use to laugh at me when you saw how skinny I was during fifth period gym.

I thought I was in love with you. I learned that it wasn’t love, it was just an unhealthy infatuation.

I have never felt better in my life. I eat healthy, I work out and I surround myself with positive people.

I am not angry with you nor do I despise you. I just want to thank you for making me who I am. Thank you.

He wrote all this on his screen before slowly deleting the message from his computer completely. Who is he kidding?

August 10th

Dear Diary,

The son of a bitch set me up. What the hell. I don’t even know how he did it.

One minute I’m at the library looking at some micro-fiche and the next, I’m being escorted out by police. They searched my car and they had me cuffed, waiting in the back of their patrol car.

I was so scared. I nearly peed all over the back of the cruiser. But before that happened they let me go.

They never said what they were looking for; but I knew. They were looking for the knife he stashed in the car. The same knife with T’s blood. I saw it this morning under my seat, he stashed it there. As soon as I saw it I got rid of it. Lucky? No, I knew it would turn up. He is getting smarter but he’s not as smart as me. What if he hid something else too? The idea terrified me.

The hunger disappeared today. It will be back tomorrow, worse than ever.

Next: here


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