Double D and Michael finally arrived at the police station.

Double D: Do you want to come in or stay in the car?

Michael: I'll stay.

Double D got out of the car and Michael took out Jimmy's old childhood and began to read it.

(When any character is reading the journal, the text will change and it will be in first-person because it will be like Jimmy is reading it.)

December 20, 1994

Today was the last day of school before Christmas break and I must say, I wish I never went to school today.

My constant bullying is getting on my complete nerves and today, I seriously want my life to just be over. So where should I begin? Well, I was walking out the school when Kevin shoved me to the ground. He shouted at me and said: "Merry f'ing Christmas Fluffy!" Everyone laughed at me and when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE. Ed, Double D, Eddy, Rolf, Nazz, Jonny and the Kankers. My best friend Sarah didn't laugh at me but she just looked at me and walked away. She never told everyone to stop or anything.

Meanwhile, Harry was in his office and he received a phone call from from his secretary.

Secretary: Sir your son is here to see you.

Harry: Eddward? Send him in.

Double D walked through the door.

Harry: Eddward. Why aren't you at home spending Christmas Eve with your friends?

Double D: There has been a disturbance at the cemetery father. Jimmy Ideo's tombstone has been stolen.

Harry: How do you know this?

Double D: Jimmy's cousin is here with me.

Harry: Michael, where is he?

Double D: In my car.

Harry: Can you get him please? I want to question him myself.

Double D: Of course.

Harry: I sent Rolf's father to the Ideo's residence awhile ago and he hasn't reported anything since.

Double D: That's strange. I'll be right back.

Back in the car, Michael was still reading Jimmy's journal.

December 24, 1994

I knew my life was over. I knew I had to go because nobody gave a flying fadoodle about me anymore. Not even my parents.

Today, I invited someone from school that I knew. Only I knew him because he was a loner at school but people would joke about how we looked alike. My parents weren't home, so I told the kid to wait in the living room and when I came back I poured gas all over him and set him on fire with a match.

I watched him run out of the house screaming and burning to death. My goal was complete and everyone would know that I would be dead.

December 31, 1994

I then went into hiding. I spend the first few days living in a house in the construction site and finally on New Year's Eve I watched through the window of my home to see my own funeral. I saw all the kids attending and I pretty shocked they all where. I understand the fact that they where my peers, but why in the world would they suddenly give a flying fadoodle about me when I die?

I saw a light brown casket in my living room and I was happy that it was a closed casket because nobody would want to laugh at my ugly face.

January 1, 1995

It was only a day later and I hid behind a tree to see my casket being buried in the cemetery. My parents where the only ones who where by the gravesite watching my casket being lowered into the grown.

My parents didn't stay for much longer (probably because of the cold) and I went back to my construction site hideout quickly.

December 25, 2005

I can't live in the construction site anymore. For the past six years, I've been breaking into supermarkets to get myself food and I've been building fires in my shelter for warmth. Also, the construction site is almost complete and if anyone catches me then I'll be in hot water.

It's gonna be a long walk, but a couple hours away is the Robertson Mental Facility. I'm going to admit myself under a fake name and spend the rest of my life there.

This might be the last journal entry for a while. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.

Suddenly, Michael heard and saw Double D knocking on the door window and he rolled the window down.

Michael: What's up?

Double D: My father wanted to see you. What are you reading?

Michael: Nothing, just Jimmy's journal.

Michael got out of the car and he and Double D walked into the station.

The two then walked into Harry's office.

Michael: Hello Mr. Penskey.

Harry: Hi Michael how are you?

They both shaked hands.

Michael: Good.

Suddenly, Harry received a call and he quickly responded.

Harry: Who's there?

Officer: Chief it's Smith. We've discovered a corpse by the cemetery covered in snow. It's a haft naked male wearing nothing but boxers.

Harry: Did you make out what the cause of death was?

Smith: He's got multiple stab wounds in his chest and abdomen so it was obviously a murder.

Harry: Is there any evidence near the body?

Smith: No murder weapon is present but we did find a bell and a Salvation Army donation bucket.

Double D gasped and covered his mouth.

Harry: What is it Eddward?

Double D: It's the drunken Santa Claus me and my friends ran into at the cemetery.

Harry: My son says he saw the man at the cemetery earlier wearing a Santa Claus outfit.

Harry: Did he have anything else with him Eddward?

Double D: Yes actually he had a plastic Santa mask on along with the suit.

Harry: He also said he had a Santa mask.

Smith: Well that makes me assume that the killer might have stole what he was wearing because like I-

Harry: Smith are you there? Smith whats wrong?

At the murder scene, Smith was on the ground bleeding from a stab wound on his back breathing heavily. The maniac Santa Claus was standing by holding a blood stained kitchen knife. As Harry was trying to reach Smith by his radio walkie-talkie, the maniac stepped on it completely breaking it as Smith finally succumbed to his wound.

Harry: I must get down there immediately!

Double D: Father what do-

Harry: Eddward I want you to go back to your house and I want you to stay there. Do you understand?

Double D: Yes father.

Harry: Good. Michael same to you.

Harry quickly put on his coat and rushed out of his office.

TO BE CONTINUED