This was a piece of homework I had to do. I thought you folks here would enjoy it. My apoligies for the slight glitch of my name being there.

Diary of the Damned

Tuesday 16th July
Three days since Sam was killed.

They killed Sam! My darlin' Sam! But I must start from the beginning. I was in the schoolhouse when they burst in with there burnin' torches, setting the place alight. I told the sheriff but he laughed drunk 'cuse he said he was going to hang Sam! Then he asked me to kiss him!

Dashing outside I gasped the story out to Sam and we ran to his boat. I forced him to leave Mary-Lou behind.

The first soul I damned to heaven.

We were halfway across the lake when Trout caught up. Our boat was upturned by the waves from his mechanical monster and he shot Sam then in the water. When I saw the red water I let myself drift down. But they rescued me. As I was taken to shore I saw Mary-Lou, poor poor Mary-Lou shot in the head.

Three day I was away in the wilds robbin' for the first time in my life till' I got what I had been looking for. A gun. I went back on the third day and shot the sheriff then I gave him the kiss he had asked for.

Friday 29th May

Ten years twenty-five days since Sam was killed.

Why didn't I shoot him? Stanley…Stanley something, First to survive Kissin' Kate's wrath! I can see the headlines now!

Poor guy, I guess I felt he needed some luck. Bandits had already taken all he owned, mind you, being left in the middle of the desert is a death sentence anyway.

Or maybe he reminded me of Sam.

Oh Sam, what madness has driven me to kill and rob from all I meet? I think I died back on the lake and now, my soul is trapped on Earth. It couldn't escape the Lakes water. Or maybe this is hell? either way I shall be here for all eternity.

Thursday 1st January

Twenty years, Four months, fifteen days since Sam was killed.

My birthday today. But I don't want it to be. I just want to go to the light. Release from this hell on Earth.

I robbed another bank yesterday. Still haven't got the dust from my dress, gatherd from the ride through the sands of Green Lake. But there 'ain't know Lake here now. The bank was full of people. Twenty of them.

Twenty souls departed for heaven,

Twenty kisses from rose red lips,

Twenty shots fired from a blazin'' pistol,

Twenty places that Sam fixed in the schoolhouse,

Twenty years since Sam was killed,

Twenty villagers burnin' down the schoolhouse,

Twenty, Twenty,Twenty, Twenty,Twenty, Twenty,Twenty.

It's a poem.