Personal Journal Entry
May 2
It was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
I had to kill her. She knew so I couldn’t go back.
She realized my power of persuasion and started fighting it. Something triggered an instinct in her, and I had to force the drug into her. After that, after the physical struggle, it just didn’t feel right anymore.
Why did she have to mess it up so completely? She deserved to die. She didn’t deserve the death I gave her. She deserved far worse.
But nothing about it was right. It was wrong. I wish I could kill her again and again. She didn’t suffer enough for how badly she messed up my plans.
Wednesday, May 2nd
“CINDY Brooks, twenty-seven years old. Single. Straight. Freelance journalist and blogger. Last seen yesterday evening at a coffee shop a block from here. She wo
