I killed her.
I met Katherine in High school, and the first time I laid eyes on her nothing fascinated me. There was no 'love at first glance', not even a liking. To my surprise, I was wrong about her; As time passed, I fell for her, as I got to know her, I started loving her. It was like black magic... I ignored all of her flaws and sneakily became a better man.
My movie-like romance with Katherine turned me into a sleepwalker. I neglected everything for her, my health, my career, and my half broken nervous system. It was not late until I had hit my wits end with epileptic seizures that I, like any other human chose to put an end to. With a conventional surgery, I thought I would be back on my feet again, and to my naivety it had no concomitant side effects.
I shriveled up like a helpless insect begging God to end the misery.
Something along the surgery had gone wrong that caused me to fall into anterograde amnesia. My temporal lobe was severely damaged.
I am no longer able to create new memories, I am a soul living inside a dead man's corpse, and I have long forgotten how to live. Here I am today writing from a psych ward, my last resort of hope. My life, although being tormenting was valuable too.
Keith
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The Diary Of Keith
Mystery / ThrillerShe stood across the street with a smile across her crimson red lipstick. Her sunset locks dangling all the way down to her waist, her pale skin and piercing amber eyes. She was wearing the dress i bought for her 34th birthday, it was a white knee l...
