Lonely Lesley

May 1, 2015

Journal Entry- May 1, 2015

Today marks the final 25 days left until my plan is set into motion. Chris McKinley. He is so beautiful. Last night I had a dream that he knocked on my door in the middle of the night. "I love you, and I should've seen it sooner." He confessed. He grabbed my face and kissed me ever so passionately. We made love all night. Just because it was a dream, doesn't mean it won't happen. It will. I have been planning the upcoming event for a few months now. Chris will be mine. Here's the plan:

On a regular school day, his mom either picks him up or he goes home with a friend. Which is why I picked this particular day, the last day of school. It's like some tradition of his. He walks home on the last day for some unknown reason. I begged my mom to move to his neighborhood, and we did.

As he is walking home he will pass two houses, the Brooks' house and a house for sale. The Brooks are never home, so that won't be an issue. I will jump out and zap him with 50,000 volts of electricity. (I stole my uncle's taser last time we visited him in Wyoming; he's a police officer.) Love can hurt sometimes, right?

He is 6'1 and weighs exactly 137.5 pounds. Depending on what he puts on his lunch tray the next few weeks, it shouldn't drastically change. I can carry him about 20 yards to a shed located in the woods behind our house. We've sort of abandoned it, but no one knows of its existence except me and my family. The last person to go down there was my dad, and this was in November of last year.

Because our love is so strong, I trust that he won't leave the shed. He will be locked down there and if, for any reason, he decides to try and escape, I will use threats and force if necessary. But hopefully it won't come to that. (I borrowed an old tool kit from my dad.)

I've been working at a local clothing store saving up since the idea came to me last year. I have plenty of money to meet any of his needs. I plan on quitting that job on the day of. Once my soul mate and I are together, nothing else will matter.

This is going to be perfect. 25 days left, Christian Adam McKinley.

May 5, 2015

20 days and counting! The Brooks are home, but they will be gone by the 25th. If they aren't, there will be consequences. No one will interfere with my plans. No one.

I never really liked Todd and Heather Brooks. They are a super bubbly couple who were just married. They have been honeymooning and traveling for weeks now. Their happiness makes me want to puke. I wouldn't have any remorse if anything bad were to happen to them.

Today was a bad one. Chris was angry. I could tell by the look in his eyes. Something or someone was upsetting him and I did some digging. Apparently, some guy spread a rumor that Chris and some stupid blonde girl had been together. So NOT true...

I would've offered him some comfort, but I must remain in the sidelines. There will be plenty of one-on-one time for us in 20 days. until then I must stay focused. Everyone who has ever upset Chris will pay one day.

I've taken an interest in photography lately. I applied for yearbook earlier this year, so I have clearance to take pictures of anything I want. I take good yearbook pictures, but the pictures of Chris are mine. I print them separately and take them home. They decorate my room.

My mom over stepped her boundaries today. I made the rules very clear. Never enter my room, ever. Its my private space and I don't want it invaded by nosy over-concerned parents. "Honey." She started to open the door. Luckily, I was near it. I shut the door and left just enough room for my head to peek out. "What have I told you about coming in my room, Mom!" "Honey, I'm sorry." She whined. "I just wanted to ask you if you've been taking your medication?" "Of course I have, Mom. Is that all you needed?" She walked away.

I love my mother but she can be quite annoying.

I just can't wait 'til the day I retrieve the love of my life. Like the Snow White story with a twist.

May 20, 2015

Chris is having an end-of-the-year party at his house on the last day of school. Not apart of the plans, babe. This means I have to change everything.

He passed out flyers today and everybody is invited. He has compromised our future and I'm not pleased with him right now. The only solution is to show up at the party. I have to lure him outside. "How will I do that?" You ask. Easy.

I took a little tour of the McKinley household after he and his family left. (I searched on YouTube 'how to pick a lock'. You'd be surprised the things you can learn on the internet nowadays.) His house is beautiful, but I didn't care about anything but his bedroom. He's a very organized person, to my surprise. His walls are painted dark blue and his furniture is white. I couldn't resist the urge to lay on his bed. It was so soft and it smelled just like him. Like sandalwood and linen with a hint of axe. I stayed there for a while but I eventually got up and fixed it back to how I found it. I entered his giant bathroom and searched for anything that could be of use to me in 5 days.

I discovered a bottle of pain killers. If I open each one, revealing the powder inside, collecting enough to put in his drink, I can knock him right out.

So here's the new and improved plan:

I show up to the party, get him a drink and he passes out from overdose.

The party guests will be way too drunk and high to even realize he's gone.

I'll take him to the shed. It will be difficult since I didn't plan on doing this in the dark, but I know the way by heart. Using a flashlight would risk us being seen.

Unfortunately, I'll have to ruin a perfectly good dress in the process, but it will be worth it. Yes, I bought a dress for the occasion. No. Not a dress. The dress. It's a simple teal, strapless lace dress that stops at just above my knees. The dress itself stops at my thighs, but the laced layer flows just a little further. The shoes I chose to accompany the dress are the same color. They have a small strap across the foot and a bow on the side. I will top the whole thing off with a large pearl necklace and matching earrings.

I just can't wait to wear it. I can't wait until Chris sees his entire future walk through his front door.

This plan better work. I'm already fed up with having to change it in the first place.

May 24, 2015

One. Day. Left. I thought I'd go old-fashioned for this entry. Here goes nothing...

Dear Diary, today is my final day of waiting. In less than 24 hours, me and Chris will be together at last. I have a special surprise for him when he gets to the shed. Call it a homecoming present.

My day was wonderful. I'm incredibly anxious, though. My hands were shaking all day. The teacher insisted I go to the nurse, but I declined.

No medicine could control my inner excitement and joy.

This may be the last time I write. My plate will be too full taking care of my love. That is fine by me. Hopefully all plans go well. Until next time; wish me luck.

Sincerely, Lesley