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Dear Simon,
I think I have lost my mind. The worse part of all this is that I don't care anymore. My emotions are drained, I am numb to reality. Brace yourself for what I am about to tell you, you are the only one I can confess to.
I have killed Lincoln.
I am not sad nor am I ashamed. My eyes are not teary and watering, my hands are not shaking. I can speak without problem. I do not feel guilty and I am not regretful. The satisfaction inside me has only manifested itself in the form of a childlike smile that won't leave my lips. I write to you with ease, my blood stained hands smudging my words. I just wanted to say thank you for listening and not judging me as everyone else does.
Well, he is gone now. His body lays in a still mess beside me. His face almost looks innocent. It makes me laugh. Innocent and Lincoln cannot go together.
So long until tomorrow, as always with these entries, I am sure that there is a slight possibility that I will not return to document what has happened. But as always, I will try my best. If a few months past and you have still not heard back from me, it is because I have joined you with the young one. I love you both, until then.
R.I.P
Hedy
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The Diary of a Teenage Psychopath #Wattys2016 #Completed
Bí ẩn / Giật gânHedy begins to feel remorse towards everyone around her after an accident. She confides her deepest secrets to her diary and as we read along we slowly see the events that turns a kindhearted girl looking to fit in, to a cold blooded killer. Anyone...
