Dear Nichole,
The Red John case is going no where. They believe its a copy cat but, I know it isn't. I know that red smiley face. I know every inch of that damn thing. I know the body. Every cut, every bruise, every life taken away. I know the place. You see what seems to be an innocent smiley but, then you soon realize its a signature. A signature for another death, another life. Something I couldn't save. I feel responsible to every death. Its on my shoulders and will stay there. Anytime I get close to catching the bastard he slips. Hes like a fly on the wall, he knows and sees everything but, when you try to kill it he flies away. He knows I feel guilty and he make sure it stays that. Every time I get a taste of happiness he takes it away. He takes it away by killing another life. That's why I'm responsible. I'm so sorry baby girl, you have a bad daddy. Your daddy has hurt people. That's why your daddy must kill that bastard I hope that one day you'll forgive me. I love so damn much. I miss you more than you know. So can you please come home? For daddy? I wait for you every night but, you don't come and I get scared. I think something bad happened to you and your mommy. So please relieve me of this worry and come home.
With all my love, your father.
8/4/2010
Patrick gets up from his desk puts his cup in the sink and, sits on the piano bench that his wife used to sit on with his daughter and they would play a beautiful melody. He starts to remembers everything. To the day he met his lovely wife to his families murder. He realizes that he died with them and he's just a shell of a man. He's a ghost stuck on the earth. And he'll stay here until that monster is gone. Till then he'll drink his tea, write to his dead daughter, find killers and put them away. He becomes angry that this one man ruined his life and theirs nothing he can do about it. He doesn't notice the tears going down his face as he start banging on the piano keys. The sound it makes is horrific. It reminds him of death. That just makes him bang more and more. With each pound it gets louder and louder till he can't hold it in any more. With a cry he falls from the bench and curls into a ball, crying and sobbing. He knows no ones going to be there to comfort him and, hes accepts that. Hes broken and can't be fixed.
Okay so I'm continuing this. I would like to thank Lily Jane for reviewing. Your probably the reason why I continued. Tell me what you think. I know its not super long but its longer than the last. I just got out of the mood to write. You know?
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