Deep under the ruined city Nottingham, inside an old tannery, cut off from tourists because of safety hazards, is where I lay. It reminds me of her, this place. It reminds me of how cruel she was treated. Thats the reason I'm like this. The way he treated her made me like this. It made me mad. It drove me insane. The cruelty, the beatings, both physically and mentally.

Then she became pregnant. And he stopped. He stopped the beatings, and he stopped the cruelty. I knew he would continue again once she conceived. And I knew I had to save her. So during those brutal nine monthes my plan formed. My twisted, mad, horrible plan.

I knew it would've pushed me into total Madness, but I had to do it. HE made me do it. I must keep telling myself that. If HE didn't do it, I wouldn't have done it. If HE wasn't evil, I wouldn't be evil. I didn't want to do it! It tore my heart and soul out in the process. But I had to and I did.

The serenity on her face afterwards almost made me forget the brutalness (?) of this. Now I can't handle thinking about it and I kill the first person I see. The life fading from her eyes, as the blood continues to flow. It wouldn't stop, the blood. You know my eyes used to be golden, like her's. But it got into my eyes. Or was it maybe the tears? Maybe it was both, but it stung.

You know, the baby watched me. He didn't cry or scream, he just watched. His eyes were the exact color of her's. They peirced my soul. My brother, huh? I thought about taking him with me. But I knew I'd kill him if I did. Maybe he would live a life better than mine.