AN: Just so we're clear, I do NOT condone any of Nora's actions or thoughts. I do not believe it is ok to blame abuse victims or encourage murder or rape in any way, shape, or form. Nora's character is just..I don't even know how to describe it. But I promise I'm not this way in real life. This is just the character's thoughts. I don't want anyone getting freaked out now.

June 27th-

Well, I'm surprised trial ended up earlier than expected, which sucks because that didn't get me enough time to come up with a full-blown plan, hence why I'm still writing in this piece of shit journal. I'm sentenced to 10 years in prison after those fuckers claimed that I was guilty of domestic violence and assault on another person. What a load of bullshit. Once again, the world caters to Linnie's pathetic needs.

Like I said, I hadn't had much time to prepare a plan, but what I was able to do was hit myself with one of the rocks in the corner of the cell when the guards are looking, just hard enough to make it seem like Linnie caused those scars (though the way he traumatized he, he might as well have). I had a good bit of hope when my lawyer called him up to the stands to ask if he had hit me, before his bitch ass burst into tears. He had to be escorted out of the courtroom. He probably got charged for contempt of court (don't know for sure, I'm assuming though), so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw him here later on. Serves him right for screaming at me like that.

Man, won't it be hilarious if Linnie ended up getting his bitch ass beat here like I had. So he could realize what kind of suffering he had imposed on me? His own wife? You know, I never thought a man could seriously be that twisted to do that to a lovely woman like me, but I guess you can't trust people in Fairy World these days. Thanks to him, not only will I be subjected to 10 years in torture and hell, but I've lost my job, the payments on the home will be cancelled soon (because I don't trust Linnie has the income to provide for the house), and I'll have nowhere to go when I get out.

I'm sick of the world trying to protect him despite all the wrong he's done to me. Everyone bats an eye on sweet, sweet, Linnie, but god forbid, I fuck up, or have a drink, or accidentally lose my temper. I can't help it. I'm a person like he is.

God, I should've killed him when I had the chance, though I had gotten close a few times (but then again, then I'd end up on death row or some shit and I can't have that.) Other than risking death row, the only reason I didn't kill him, despite all the things he did to me, was because in a sense, I still needed him to provide for me. I worked (or used to at this point) two jobs to pay for the house and take care of his debt, so I didn't have much time to cook or clean, or do any of that domestic shit. Not to mention, I need someone to pleasure me in bed..you know. I need a pick-me-up after work after all. How do you expect me to stay motivated if you don't provide for me?

You know what, maybe that's what I should do. At this point, I can't see Linnie become willing to serve me again after the shit he pulled so you know what, his time is officially up. He's screwed me over for way too long..I think it's high time someone taught him a lesson instead of kissing his scrawny little ass. I'm not sure how I'm going to bust out, but I know the guards here aren't very smart. Surely, there's a way I can trick them into doing what I want. That way, (and this is the only thing I've thought of so far), maybe I can give Linnie his just desserts for mocking me, for coming back after he abandoned our children. See, there's this spider web that hangs around the bush in our garden, and if I can just corner him, I can try and turn him back into a fly and stick his little ass in the web, and watch as the spider eats his head or some shit. I don't know, but I think this is bloody brilliant. You know the famous saying, "What goes around, comes around."

I'm going to stick by for a couple of days in case Linnie did get charged and arrested for contempt of court, and if so, then I'll have to figure something else out. But with my luck, I bet they just gave Linnie a whole damn parade for picking up a piece of trash. The bare fucking minimum.

-Nora