After running through the woods, I came up on a Highway 10, which was a relief. I preceded to hitchhike south along highway 10, towards Hamden. I hid in the trees whenever a car came by, as much as I wanted a break from walking, I couldn't risk being caught.

I need to get the hell out of Connecticut, it's amazing I haven't been caught. The Albrights lived in Durian, only 45 minutes from Hamden. The Sullivans lived even closer than that, in North Haven - the next town over!

I was thinking of the place I'd love to settle, after all, Connecticut was really cold during the winter - too much like Estonia. Texas came to mind. From what I knew about it, it was hot, lots of open land, and most importantly very far away from Connecticut.

"Texas", I said while smiling to myself, "That's where I'm going to go!"

As I continued to walk down the road, the more I continued to think and reflect. I figured, if I was aiming to start a new life in Texas, I needed to get rid of this Eastern European accent. I needed to assimilate. As for whereas I was going at the moment, I figured I'd go to the Whitney Inn & Suites. I've seen it while in the Car with the Coleman's, its right on Highway 10. It seemed pretty rundown, but I could care less; it's cheap and close by.

I followed Highway 10 out of the woods; the Colemans lived in the vicinity of the Sleeping Giant State Park, which was just an endless forest. It was a relief to be back in civilization again. At this point, as happy as I was to be in town, had to be careful. I couldn't hide in the trees every time a car came by. I was praying nobody recognizes me. I was praying a good Samaritan didn't come by and try to help.

I made it the Whitney Inn. This place was really run down. There were two guys checking in ahead of me, requesting an 'hourly rate' room. The guy behind the counter, when my turn came, didn't treat me like a child.

"Just you?" the clerk asked.

"Yeah, just for one night," I replied.

"Ight girl, that be $88," said the clerk, "rough night?"

"You have no idea," I said while taking my key card.

My room was 203, as I walked to the door, I heard moaning sounds from several of the rooms I've passed. Not that I cared. I used to work as a prostitute, providing my services to pedophiles in motels just like this.

I felt incredibly relived once I was inside my room. I made sure all of the blinds were shut. I stripped down to my underwear before getting into bed. 'I need to get a bra' I thought to myself. I didn't own one, I've been wrapping my chest in bandages for years at this point. Fortunately, the dress I've been wearing did a decent job holding everything in place. I have to admit, it's nice to be out of those chest wrappings and Spanx.

Under the covers, I turned the TV on. Seeing if the Coleman story was on the news. I quickly found that the local news wasn't on, and I had realized it was 2:34 am. I knew my story would certainly be on in the morning. I'd have to be careful. Hopefully, since I'm no longer posing as a child, with the exception of the tights I was wearing, I'd be more difficult to spot. After all, the guy at the front office didn't think I was a little kid.

I began to think about what I wanted to do. I had already made my mind on Texas; I wanted to change and start over. At the same time, I also want to make things right. I know murder is not something you cannot undo, however, I wanted to seek some amount of moral redemption.

There are so many people I have wronged, horrendous actions I want to make amends for. I want to be able to help Kate, Max, and Daniel in some way. I want to do something for the relatives of the Sullivan family, who had to hear about their tragic death. Allen Albright, he was a victim of mine, as well as a victim of his own wife and son. I want to help his family gain some kind of closure. I am also hoping that they learn about what had happened to the real Esther Albright.

Anna Troyev, she was the poor art instructor I had used to escape from Saarne. She was an innocent pure soul. She had mistaken me for a child in the art room, and my that was the justification my sick and twisted mind came up with for killing her. I didn't know much about her personal life, but I'm sure that she had friends and family that were distraught by her death.

The Leppiks in Estonia, they were the first family I massacred. This is the incident that had landed me in the Saarne Institute. I had pretended to be a 9-year-old runaway to get into this family. I preyed upon the good nature of Adrus Leppik and his wife Hele Leppik. At this point in my life, I have been on the run for what I had done to my father and his girlfriend, and I have been posing as a child in order to feed myself. I would spin up some sob story to trick a person or family into letting me in, and I would rob them soon after.

In the case of the Leppiks, I had knocked on their door, spewing a bullshit story about how I fled my 'mean mommy' and that I was really hungry. They took me in, made sure I had a place to stay and fed me. I was initially planning on robbing them and leaving, but my attraction to Adrus got the better of me. I had become a 'part of their family'. Adrus and Hele considered me their daughter. Their 7-year-old son Gaabriel considered me his big sister. When Adrus rejected my attempts to get intimate with him, I cut his throat with a steak knife. I then preceded to murder Hele Leppik and their son Gaabriel with a chainsaw. I am disgusted with myself with what I had done to this family.

I'm really in shock, as I was for the first time seeing my victims as 'victims'. Up until today, I had never actually thought of myself as being the 'bad guy' or an 'evil person'. Despite the trauma I've endured my entire life, I finally realized that I am a villain. I have been beaten, battered and raped my whole live, and that had made me a monster.

As a begun to fall asleep, though I felt terrible for my horrific actions, I couldn't have been happier. I was happy at the fact that I had become sane.