It was a cloudy day as the rain drops slowly fell into my cell. Today was the day I would see my love again. I have been exiled from the world I know. Caste out like a mere nobody. I guess it is my time to pay for all the horrific things ive done. I wish people could feel the pain I feel. Loosing my love, my heart the one who understood me she may have been evil, but none of us are purely saints. Sinners we are born, sinners we will die that are the story. Before I take my dreaded walk to hell, I want the world to know my true story. My diary, the diary of an acclaimed killer. It all started one Friday I had just come home from school. Mother was cooking supper while we did are farm work. It was hard doing your homework, cutting the grass, milking the cow, and more. And this was all for me to do see mother had no help from paw. When he found out, she could not have any more children he left. Leaving my mom and me alone. At the age of ten, I became the man of the house. However, I was not doing much of a good job because all I could think about is sally. She was beautiful but a good decade older than I was. I just could not help myself some nights I laid asleep dreaming and fantasying about her, Sallie J. Wycough the most beautiful female in the world.
All well, I just finish my work. After I was done, eating it was completely dark outside. I mean darker than dark. As mother slept I snuck out my window to meet sallies my love she lived only a mile down the dusty road. She always leaves a window cracked so I can get in. this was the start of my life of misfortune. sHe sat crying at the table. Whets wrong I said. And I started to walk towards her to comfort her when I saw z man laying drained from his blood. I knew he was dead. See Sallie has always been a little of the deep end. She always talked about murder and death. She thought it was sensual. Sometimes she would want me to join in when she would kill but I was always nervous. Sallie always called me a coward saying I was not a thrill seeker. Its not that it is just going to prison or the electric chair is not what I really see in my future. Sallie loved to kill but this time she was scared, shackened at that. He was a cop and all I could think is she is screwed. My love, my heart taken from me because she lust for blood. Never! I said we‘d run, hide the body, go far away from here and get married. She told me it is easy said than done. I did not care its better to try than to not have tried. Are plan was to burn the body and the evidence with him. As Sallie packed her things, I began starting the fire, running into the woods for wood. After I got the fire started, I burn the house down. We quickly fled the scene. There was no time to waste.
Through tons of hitch hiking we finely made it to Alabama. There was not much news about the incident so we got of Scott free. It was the best time of my life with the girl I love in a beautiful town life was great. In addition, I effencize life was great. Yeats later life caught up with Sallie and she was executed in the electric chair after murdering a spree of children. My love was gone what am I to do. Make her happy and do something she always wanted me to do, KILL! I began on a five-year long spree of killing. Which made me closer to Sallie? The feeling of fulfillment I got after kidnapping and raping those young girls. There screams were like music to my ears. Since they were no longer virgins I condemned them to hell setting them on fire in the middle of nowhere. It reminded me of when me and sallie set the cop on fire every time I burn another girl’s I feel sallie hugging me and letting me know she there. See Sallie and me are one she is apart of me. When she died, I died. I feel like she took over my body and force me to kill because before she died I never thought of killing someone. However, when she died I just seem to can’t get of the stuff. As I sit here awaiting fate, I realize maybe she wanted me to join her in internal damnation. William you time has come. I stand up chained by my hand and feet. Walking down the road to hell. As they strapped me into the chair just like my love, Sallie they ask for any last words. And I said Im coming home Sallie. Lights flickered and I was dead. Condemned to hell with my love for internity. I feel sorry for the world because are daughter we will keep are legacy alive. Not even death can do us part.
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