Victim 1: Joe
Killer p.o.v
I sent a letter to my old crush saying:
Dear Joe,
Meet me in room A-8 at 10:40 am today.
From, Anonymous
Today was Saturday, June 13,2015.
I was waiting for him to come into the class, so I went into my bag and got my mask and my stuff ready for vengence. As planned he walked into class when I quickly knocked him out. While he was knocked out I got out a gloves and put them on, tied him up, grabbed a machete from my bag. He woke up to see nothing but white. I took of his blindfold, looked him in the eyes and said, "Hi Joe how do you do?" All I got was a "F!$# you, rot in hell you fag!" Then I thought it was time to end him. I put my machete up to his clothes and cut them all of. Then I put the machete up to his crotch and cut it off, he yelped in pain but I stuffed his crotch in his mouth to shut him up. I pulled his head towards the gulliontine and put it in position. I looked at him and said, "I loved you, you broke me, you made me like this, and for that you deserve to die. So DIE!" And with that I decapitated him and took out one small bag and one big bag. I put the severed head (with his crotch still in his mouth) in the small bag and threw it to one side of the room, I put the body in the big bag along with the clothes and put that where the front door was. I put my gloves away, washed the blood off my machete, threw my matchete into my bag from where I got my stuff. I picked up my phone and dialed 911 and told them about the body and they came right over. They asked me what happened and I said, "I j-just found him like this. Oh my god what happened to him!" He told me and I was pretending that I didn't know and that I was surprised that he was dead. Inside I was having a party.
Three months later
I was never found to be the murderer. Instead I was a witness and I didn't testify. They had to shut down that room to clean it up and make up a cover story for what happened. But I knew what happened. I told them, "Please don't say that he commited suicide if I am the one who called 911 because of his dead body." Everyone looked at me with sad eyes especially my best friends. They knew I loved him and he abused it, and he abused me verbally. I had to or else he wouldn't stop with the abuse and the pain. Good thing I had a photo of him not tied up and hugging me. Now I will always remember his abuse.
Victim 1 was found at 10:51 Am dead. And on my birthday which sucked the most. Someone sent me a letter telling me to meet them in this room so we can talk but I knew what they were after, they wanted me dead.
killer ( that's his name) out
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This will be my stress reliever book for when I am mad
thx charnellemartin for giving me the idea to make a stress book
Sorry sis that I took the idea overboard
Wed, Sep 18, 2015
