17 March 1998
You can't undersatnd my pain.
My heart.
It hurts so much.
My Rosie.
I never wanted to imagine a day without her, but now, I've left her behind.
I can't belive I did that.
The police heard me and I was chased.
Into this river.
The rocks, twigs, rushing water.
It's hell.
I've washed up to shore, barely alive.
I don't care what my body becomes, I just can't leave behind my Rosie.
I've comtomplated swimming back the mile of hell but I know they've already taken her away.
Taken her to who knows where.
My clothes are all wet, so've ive taken them all off to dry.
What a sight I must be.
Naked, sobbing, mumbling to myself how horrible I am, praying she forgives me.
I must hold myself together.
I must find Rosie, but stay out of the sight of the "cops".
