Late Last Night
ch. 9
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July 12, 1900
This may very well be my last entry. I know who killed Mush, and he's after me. He has
a razor, and I am so scared that I don't know what else to do. If he finds me, their is no
doubt in my mind that he will kill me. Right now I'm hiding in a closet, and the only
thing I can do to keep my mind occupied is write. If I didn't, I would probably go insane
with fear. I don't know how this happened, I was only talking with him about Mush. We
have been counting on each other for support over the last few days. Ever since the
funeral. I finally told him about me and Mush, I felt as if I had to tell someone!
Afterward, he got this weird look in his eye, and he leaned down close to my ear, and he
whispered, "Then you and him deserve the same fate." After that I felt a sharp pain, and
everything went black. When I woke up, I couldn't see him, but I heard him in the
washroom. I knew that he was getting a razor. That was when I ran.
The closet seems to be getting smaller all the time. Mush's death finally makes sense. I
think that if Mush had broken up with me for some other guy, I might have done the same
thing. So, if anyone ever reads this, tell him that I forgive him. Tell the others, that I love
them like brothers, and that I'm so grateful that they were a part of my life. Thank them
for always being there for me. I hear footsteps, their getting closer now. Tell Kloppman
'thank you' for always knowing what to do, and for understanding when I was a little short
on rent. I'm quickly running out of time, he'll be here any second now. Finally, please
bury me next to Mush. I love him, and now we will finally be together again. I hope that
I make it into heaven, and I hope that Mush is there waiting for me. I want everyone to
know that my life was never great, but it could have been far, far, worse. He's found me.
He does have a razor, luckily it's a sharp one. I hope he does it quickly, I hope it won't
hurt too much. Also, I hope with all my heart, that God will forgive him.
Thank you all for being...
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"... Thank you all for being my friends! Love, Dutchy." Officer Murphy finished.
"So the diary belonged to the victim?" Sargent O'Connor asked.
"Yes sir, Ryan "Dutchy" Madison." Murphy answered, "but it gives no names or identification of any kind as to who the perpetrator is."
"Well, we'll worry about that later, for now, let's take care of the body." Sargent O'Connor said.
There on the floor, lying in a shallow pool of his own blood, is Dutchy. His skin is much lighter than usual, which is understandable, considering the amounts of blood he has lost. His throat is slit, the wound is gaping open, revealing mangled flesh, and scarlet pools of blood. Lying in this helpless position, he looks very vulnerable, and much too young to be dead.
The officers are preparing to move the body, when they hear a small sob. Sargent O'Connor opens the closet door, disclosing a boy clutching a blood stained razor. He is rocking back and forth with his eyes closed, whispering silently to himself. Their are tears streaming down his face, and the front of his shirt is soaked in a mixture of blood and tears.
When questioned, he immediately confesses to both murders, and does not resist when he is taken into custody.
TBC