Which says murder most foul.

Light out of darkness- Chapter 1

      A personal being, a form of existence in its own right! The darkness is over powering; a desire to be comfortable in my own skin. What! What cruel injustice should I as an infant be subjected too? The memory of the week that destroys the things I held closest to my heart. Beginning with the day that I lost the only true blood relationship I had left in this world, my father. Then came the event that questioned my innocence and morality. Him: I dare not think of that monster; the way he placed upon me the desire for my own demise. If only I was brave enough to put an end to the misery.

    Nonetheless, the images flashed back and forth, deriding me of the sleep, I desperately aspire for .The image recurred again and again and again showing me more detail every time, until it stopped. The flash of bright light in my eye as I witnessed my father lifeless and deformed body lying in a pool of crimson red blood. A dark figure begins to move forwards. A scream occurs the light grows sharper every second until...

    I heard from a short distance the call of someone I held dearly. I woke up to my senses feeling truly petrified. The smell of the repulsive boiler at the end of my crowded, inadequately compact room made reality of what happens after the events more surreal. The stench of my unwashed and disease ridden clothing makes me feel like gagging. Unfortunately I don't have the right to be clean anymore or to have an actual room or eating physical food. Ever since my dad died my stepmother and half-brother have treated me like I was the sole reason for father's death.

    A knocking on the door, 'Wake up, wake up! You little wretched bitch. You don't have the right to have nightmares. Not after being the cause of "his" death. Barging into the abandoned and dull room stepped in the only other individual that I have fond memories of; my half-brother Ajax.

Letter from the Murderer/ Rapist:

Dear diary, Alex has been yet again in grave pain due to the events that occurred roughly 10  years prior. Her nightmares give me entertainment. I hope she would never prevail over her current position of suffering. I find it truly amazing to watch the wounded thing wither as it plays innocent. The wounds marred by the people she holds dear to her give me eternal contentment. I hope someday the wings of this angel will be ripped off her with a blood-stained end. Honestly , the irony that has been placed upon my victim is alike a direct image of hell: if only she knew that those she holds dear, are the ones she must distance herself from the most. Anyone in this barbaric game may be a victim or a suspect. Have assurance in no one for anyone may turn the table to display Lucifer himself – FIRST VICTIM, Alex. Yours truly, Judas xxx