It's funny how people assume everything is okay because others are smiling.
I'm not ok.
My... fiancé is evil. A monster. The very devil walking earth.
Everyone knows but they just assume I am to. I'm not. I just want to get out.
Viv sees the good in me. Sometimes Marjorie can too, I think.
It's not my fault.
He wanted someone else to manipulate.
I just happens to be there I guess.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roger is evil
They all think I am too
That's why I'm so mad
People only see my bad
He reads my letters as well
So this one's for you, from my hell
I hope you can help me
And set me free
That's something I made up in my free time, which I have a lot of.
Not that I like it though. My free time is never 'free'. He's always there. Standing over me.
Hitting me. Forcing me to do... things. He was out today. I had real free time.
I spent it on the phone to Viv. She is my favourite person.
I think I love her. But I can't. I have to love.. him. Oh god. He's back. He knows. Suddenly, I see his fist pummelling into my chest. I clutch it, in agony.
Then it all goes black.
