I think I'm breaking down. That god damn smile. It grins all the time at me. Laughing at me. Taunting me. At first when I saw it I didn't make too much of it. I saw it in my window, and I naturally assumed it was some asshole playing a prank on me. The next day, on closer inspection, I noticed it was still there. The grin. I'm writing this to let everyone know, when I do it, it was that stupid grin. A Cheshire cat grin. Wide, creepy, sadistic. After days and nights of it watching me, I became paranoid. I locked my doors, checking them, then locking them again. I bought a high-tech security system. I bought a pistol. I wanted that freaking smile to go. It scared me, its blood-red lips, the yellowing teeth, the wide grin. It was the grin of a killer, a crazy person, a psychopath. I need to be rid of it. I need it gone. Forever. I can't deal with it. Always smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling.
I'm doing it.
I'm going to bring this gun up to my head and blow my brains out.
I need it gone.
I don't want it.
I don't deserve this.
This is all its fault.
The smile, the smile, the smile, the smile. A Cheshire cat grin. Always smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling-
* Police Report *
Victim was found holding gun in hand. Evidence shows he committed suicide. Victim had smile on his face. Lips were bleeding, evidence shows they had been before suicide. Teeth were yellowing, grin was like of as the witness described it, "Like a Cheshire cat grin". Found in front of his mirror.
*End of Report*
