Killing Heather

Chapter 9

“October 1st, 2023

Shit, where do I even begin? I don’t want to write s**t about how I’m feeling. Not like it even matters in the first place. I guess it’s better than going to a therapist, and it keeps my mom from thinking I’m going crazy.. well…

Taboo s*x and creepy men have played a bigger part in my life than I care to admit right now. I can’t say I’m not used to every single man treating me as if I’m some toy for their sick amusement, but what the f**k…

First the knocking, weird sounds at night, boot prints outside my window… I tried talking to my mom about it at first, but she just said I was being paranoid. I’m not f*****g paranoid.

She doesn’t believe me about that night either. Oh so a ghost came on my face. Alright sure. I bet it’s the same ghost that changed the f*****g locks to my house. Probably the same ghost that possessed that dude to bring me flowers and eat my p***y.

I don’t know what came over me today. Earlier when that guy showed up I was completely enveloped in the idea of some mysterious man. The thought of him coming into my house at night terrified me, but it also made me writhe in anticipation. When he showed up I could all but rip his clothes off and f**k him right there on the front step.

I barely heard a thing he said. Honestly I’ve been in such a fog that talking to anyone has been a challenge. All I could think about was my own body. What I wanted. What I needed. The heat I was experiencing was unbearable. He said something about leaving and my body just reacted. It was strange how familiar he was. His smell was something I recognized subconsciously, and it really turned me on.

He was strong. The tips of my fingers still buzz with the feeling of his skin stretched tightly over his muscly body. Then everything happened so fast, and before I knew it my hands we tied over my head, and his head was planted firmly in between my thighs. s**t, I’m horny again thinking about it. I haven’t been that wet in so long, or felt the touch of a real person in even longer..

In a weird way I really I hope I see-

I just heard something in the house again. I’m locked in my room with my blinds shut, but I just can’t help but feel like I’m still being watched. Maybe I really am just paranoid. I guess that’s why I’ve started writing in my journal again.

I will come back and write more when I have the brain power to do it. Hopefully nothing else crazy happens for a while.

-Heather”