Scrago

I stabbed her harder. Her breathing hitched. A gasp escaped her. Then she was gone. I felt her blood run between my fingers. It's smell intoxicating. So desierable. Yet, I could not dare to taste the nectar of this girl's life. To do so would mean my total damnation. She knew my secrets. Too many in fact. That's why I had too kill her. To remove her from my path. I was destined to become the greatest. But she knew. She knew how to make me laugh. How to make me cry. She was my only tie to humanity. But now she was gone. So there I sat. Covered in this girl's blood. Waiting for the moon to rise so that I could feast upon her flesh. There it

May 12, 2005:                 Wow, she really did it. I know she had talked about it, but I didn't think she was serious. Strange how she was talking about how she hated green apples and the next she's on the ground bleeding from the bullet wound. I remember distinctly looking at her face right before she pulled the trigger. It seemed so Jessica. Typical, her last moments on Earth were talking about something like apples. I guess I should have suspected something that morning. She seemed a little more distracted than usual. I guess it's my fault. I should have said something. Dammit! ... No, it's not. But why the fuck do I feel so godd