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Journal of the Insane (Post #8 pt. 2) *The Killing*

I stuffed his fat ass in that broken corner of my room and quickly closed it back up! I can’t believe the nerve of that man! Trying to take you away from me! I was surprised that no one heard… I can still remember how I killed him… every gruesome second… I remember. Blood poured from his eye socket where my utensil was shoved in and I could feel his fat neck around my fingers. I pressed down harder and harder… I could feel his throat expanding as he tried to scream for help, but I wouldn’t let him… I wouldn’t give him the chance. His face turned blue… then purple… then his fat, chubby fingers clawing at my face, hoping to get away from me but my pressure only increased. I suddenly felt his body turn limp as he hit the floor. I can’t believe this… I thought I wasn’t like this… but… maybe I do deserve to be in here! Maybe all my innocent feelings were nothing but a hoax from Satan himself! He’s laughing at me… I got to go… another guard is coming… I hope he doesn’t notice anything…

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