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Chapter 9


12/2/2010 7:24am

Journal,

It's Saturday but I can't sleep in..I couldn't sleep at all last night. Because of the dreams.

It was horrible. Rotted, and burnt fingers reached up from the ground to grab me and pull me under. God...

The screams...they don't stop, and then mine finally join the chorus.

The screams though. I liked them when I heard them when I'm awake. But the ones when I'm asleep... They haunt me. They're... different. They're... I don't know.

Nana's getting suspicious of me. She found Marth's number on the caller ID. Damnit. I should have known better than to leave it in the list. I should have deleted it right after I hung up and made my murderous plans.

And apparently Marth's roommates know that I had a little meeting with him. Have they told the police yet? No. They couldn't. The police gave Nana and I the same questions they gave everyone.

Why haven't they told the police? Why? They're trying to screw with me, aren't they? Aren't they?

Shit. They're trying to make me paranoid. I know. And it's working. Damnit. They're trying to make me crack but it's not going to work. It's not going to work. I'm smarter than they are.

But still they know. They think Nana was there too. I can't let them get Nana in trouble for my actions. Nana had nothing to do with it. Nothing. It was me. I killed him. I killed him good, too.

It was me.

It was me.


It was me.

...

...

I think I'll take a walk and pay Marth's house a visit. I hear his roomies have a large oven.

-Popo


12/2/2010 5:45pm

Journal,

Ok. Now.

NO. MORE. KILLING.

It's gone to far, and now no one has any proof of my contact with Marth. No one had proof of my contact with Peach... Or Marth's friends.

Hehe. Yet... I can't stop laughing. They never saw me coming.

The souvenirs are so pretty though. Roy had the most gorgeous blue headband (his red hair is still stuck on it) and Pit had the coolest red broach. The most beautiful thing I got was Ike's green headband. It was soft and untarnished. He had it around his neck at the time and he was asleep...

That was an interesting find. It was so easy to tighten it's hold on the wearers neck, betraying it's owner if you will. So easy.

But I have to stop. No more. No more. I'm done with it. Done, I tell you. I swear.

But... I don't know if I can stop. God help me.

Please.

Please. I don't want to kill anymore. I just want to protect Nana...

-Popo


When willll the murders stop? The death count from a sixteen year old boy bumps up to five.

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