13th November 1985,
11:20 pm
Dear diary,
I'm scared as heck because, as I said that Robbin will come back this month. Well, he came on 12th luckily, after 2 days of my delivery. Yes, as I expected, the child is a boy. His features are just like me but, it was not safe to keep him with me because Robbin will try to kill him so, on the 11th, I gave the boy to Andrea and told her to give it to Christy when she is out of Robbin's sight. I also gave her a letter which had been reached to her by now in which I wrote that-
Dear Andrea,
Please save me, I don't want to die, but I think this will not be the case because it's already late. But remember my last words DON'T SPEAR HIM.
~Meldy.
It was obvious that I had to tell her about everything. Not that I didn't want to tell but, I just didn't feel safe. I don't know when I will see my child next time but, I know that I don't have much time left and I want Christy to take my revenge. I hope that Robbin spears her.
Also, Phil is coming over today (when Robbin will not be at home) so, I'll give this diary to him as the last sign of our friendship, and then it'll be up to him whether to burn it or keep it.
~Meldy Collins (Crew)
"There it goes, the iconic case of 1985" I waved my hands dramatically in the air.
"Stop doing that" he pointed towards my hands. That was enough to piss me off so I started waving them even more vigorously. He rolled his eyes.
"This case was of 18th November right?" He asked as he desperately tried to ignore my hands. "You know what?; stop doing that" he said after a while as he held my hands and pressed them down. Sighing, I gave up.
"I wonder what happened to her child"
"Maybe after Andrea gave him to Christy, she raised her and he went away to live his life" he shrugged.
"So nobody knows what happened, in reality, everybody thinks that Christy was the murderer and Robbin was the victim and Christy was not punished because she faked a psychological disorder that she did when we first met" Alex mused.
"Ready to bombard her with questions?" I raised my hand for him to take it which he swatted away.
"Ow!; that hurts," I said rubbing my hand.
"Don't be a fragile child"
"Why not?" I said, pouting. But, he just rolled his eyes and opened the door.
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