Diary Entries Of A Murderer

I can see Julias grave in front of me. And Carlas. Yet, I dont really remember that night. The night they died, I mean. I know that Julie was line. She was arguing with me. It was a long and loud argument. Something ab erupt a hospital of some kind. She wanted me to go there. I dont know why. I dont think I was sick. I think she had something in her hand. It was glinting in the dim light of the room. She kept repeating that I shouldnt go near her. I couldnt understand why. I love her. She was my wife and I went closer to her. She was so beautiful. Her hair was soft and pretty. I took two steps towards her. She pointed the silver object she was holding. I held her, holding the shiny alloy part towards her heart which was beating fast. Then, I kissed her and she fell to the floor, heavily.Red was her favourite colour.3rd April 2004Blackthorn RoadBlackthorn Road. What a name It reminds me of a thorn, a really big one, covered with dried blood blackened. Then, there she was. She was w earing red stilettos, a matching red dress with a white smash-up around her slim waist. Her shoulder-length brown hair was floating with the wind. Her bare legs, timbreing as soft as a babys, were exposed. She was taking long strides, walking in an elegant manner. She walked right past me. Without even noticing I was there.Julia I called out. She kept on walking. I called her again. But she continued to ignore me. Rage swept through with(predicate) me.How dare she ignore me like that? I thought to myself.I walked over to her and grabbed her arm.Farewell, beautiful.8th April 2004My daughters bedroomHer bedroom was always well-kept. It has a single bed, and a slender desk that occupied one side of the bedroom. The room is empty. No one is at home. She must be watching television downstairs. I love her. Whats her name though? Amanda? Or the other one, Carla? It must be Amanda. Then who was Carla?She walks in, her blue eyes wide.What are you doing here? How did you get in?What do yo u mean? This is my house, little misplace daughter.I am not your daughter. Your daughter is deadWhat are you saying?You killed her And you killed your wife Dont you dare come near me Ill call the policeI look at her. How did she know I killed her mother? Did she see it? Will she report it to the police?She cant know this and survive.I have to make sure of that.15th April 2004Swordbill HotelI am in room number 101. I want to talk to my Julie. I miss her. She was probably making dinner right now. I operate our house number.It rings several times.Where is she?I almost hung up whenHello?It is a mans voice.There was not supposed to be a man at home. No man was allowed to visit Julia when I was not there.Julia is having an affair, I think angrily.How could you do this to me Julia? And who the hell are you? What are you doing at my house? How dare youI slam the phone down.At the same instant, a woman came in.She saw me and started to scream.Keep quiet, damn itShe shuts up.What did I ever do to you, Julia? I said sadly. wherefore did you have to do this to me? Dont you know how much I love you?She was cowering towards the door looking nervously at me, nearly in tears.I got irritated.Doing that innocent princess form on me is not going to work, I thought, I would have to make her pay for what she did to meVery quickly, I grab her and drag her to the bed. I take a pillow. I put it on her mouth watching her tremble in fear. Then I put it on her eyes and kissed her goodbye. I could taste the salty tears that had fallen on her lips. I then cover her entire face with it and hold it tight.After she lay limp on the bed, I walked out the door.20th April 2004Prison bunkI dont know why those men put me in here. I dont think Ive broken the law or anything. They salve talking about killing someone. I have no idea what they are talking about. It doesnt matter though. I called Julia. Shell come to bail me out afterwards she picks up Carla from her ballet lessons.