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I sit on the opposite bank of the HOTTIES from the police, I am hiding in the overgrown shrubbery with my cine 8 camera. Maybe I will send this footage to the police.
(Part 2) They were constantly bullying me. I couldn't take it anymore. I cried myself to sleep every night, and was thinking about suicide. I was so depressed and didn't know what to do.
He takes out his rubbish. Gives a nod to the neighbour. He gets a satisfaction knowing. That they are blissfully unaware. Of the person he really is. As a child he felt the same.
Do you ever notice that you're accidentally following someone as you walk home in the half-light haze of the evening sky. Do you ever continue to follow them, just to see where they go.
It's was strange how they looked at each other, almost humorous, their eyes bulging out of their sockets, like a freeze frame at the moment of shock.
They think I'm insane. Believing that the prince of darkness is real. They don't think I'm a criminal; they think I'm insane. And that's why I'm here.
(sorry for those who enjoyed the first parts, sorry it took so long) Your probably wondering who I am; well, I'm a man, if that helps. I'm 27. I study law. Ironic isn't it.
I never knew things could feel so terrible. I'd always wanted to do this, free fall from the sky as if nothing in the world mattered, but while falling, it seemed like everything mattered more.
Stan knew he had fucked up. Why had he gone hunting 2 nights in a row. That was just plain stupid. It didn't help that his last victim had been his next door neighbour.
Anger, sadness, desperation I feel them all right now, burning through me. Burning out my thoughts, burning out my sense of reality. So I do the unthinkable. I kill her. Murder her. Destroy her.