Personal Journal Entry
May 8
I can’t sleep. I can barely eat. All my thoughts are scattered. I can’t get them back. She consumes me.
Her. Her. Her. Her.
I have to make it stop. I have to quiet this obsession or else I’ll go mad. There’s only one way to still them. The cheap substitutes just make the need greater.
I can’t keep her close like I thought. It must be her.
I must let him kill her.
Tuesday, May 8th
CAROL sat at the table in the kitchen and nervously tapped her fingers. The light coming through the window reflected off the diamond on her left hand. Though the excitement hadn’t dimmed, in the light of day it seemed like a hasty decision—an incredibly hasty decision.
Whenever she made up her mind to slow things down, she felt a sinking loss in the pit of her stomach. Perhap
