harry,
your next journal entry was dated three months after your night with that woman. you felt different in that quarter of a year, quoting that your urge to kill wasn't as strong.
you really were ill, weren't you, harry?
the writing was messier this time around, often scribbling off the lines into words that didn't make sense. the ink was also blotchy. had you been crying?
no, of course not. you didn't feel guilt for anybody, not a fibre in your body felt bad for your actions. you were harry styles, you didn't care about the feelings and well-being of others.
what was it about raelynn that changed that?
a quiet girl, you said. she worked at a coffee shop on tong street, her short blonde hair in a pony tail under her cap as her hazel eyes sparkled. her teeth were pearly white as she smiled, her lips plump and her nose a cute button type.
she knocked the air out of your lungs as soon as you first laid eyes on her.
you didn't like coffee, so the only reason why you stepped into the place that smelled of something that made you sick, was because of her. i wouldn't blame you, if i saw a handsome man in a clown shop i wouldn't hesitate to go in.
i'm joking.
you ordered the first thing you saw on the menu, which was a small vanilla latte. she asked if you would like caramel cream with that, and you didn't have a clue what it was but to hear her voice again you said 'excuse me?' she repeated the question, and you fell even more as you said 'yes please'.
it was expensive as fuck and you watched, whilst you waited for someone else to make your coffee, as she served the next person. a tall, dark guy with curly hair and muscles. she blushed when he winked at her after putting a ten pound note into the tip jar.
and you were angry. you were absolutely livid as you watched them converse, a lot more than what she did with you.
you didn't feel anything as you tackled the guy into the back street as he walked out of the side entrance. a wrong move on his part, because nobody was around and it was getting quite dark now that it was winter. you stabbed him with a fork in the hand, making him open his mouth to cry out in pain before it stopped. you shot him in the mouth.
you didn't register the sobs from behind you, until you turned around and was faced with the girl. you smiled, unaware of her gaze on the dead man behind you.
"hi, baby," you said, completely different to the person you had been recently. the monster was back. she screams then, punching you repeatedly in the chest before she kneels down besides the man.
"please, wake up. oh my god, wake up," she cries. you didn't know that man was her boyfriend. soon to be fiancée. and then you saw the box that fell out of his pocket.
you ruined someone's relationship for your own benefit.
of course, you couldn't leave her. she would tell every body, your name and face would be all over the town as wanted. and so, you did the next best thing to killing her.
you knocked her out cold and strapped her in the boot of your car, speeding away to your house on the hill.
it amazes me how you got away with your doings for so long, without anyone knowing it was you.
