November 3, 2015
Today I leave it all. I can no longer stay in this city. The enemies I have cultivated seek my head. The police are quite literally in my home ravaging all that I once held so private to build a case for a crime which I am sure they will find me guilty of. Why? Because it is true. The darkness that has consumed me in my bid for power, no matter how little it might be has left me to stray away from everything that I have been taught. Now as I sit under this overpass writing this first entry into my new life as I leave the old behind, I am compelled to tear out the page and start over again so that no evidence of who I was is left behind. The truth however is that I fear that at no time in our lives can we ever change who we are, merely the background of the painting in which our likeness is cast upon varies based upon the brush strokes of life and its consequences. I am told of a place where people who wish to start anew can go and make a new life. Jesse tells me fantastic things about it, but still certain details I have asked he is all too vague about. He knows that I hate surprises yet I am left with no other choice other than to take his word and for once be spontaneous. If I do not the fate that will be dealt to me here in Chicago will be nothing more than torment and agony as I sit caged like an animal for what I am sure will be the rest of my life. The one thing I suppose I was never taught was to cover my tracks. Instead I decided to keep my secrets documented so that I could relive them like some sort of psychopath who takes his victims panties after a kill. Once those secrets are revealed I will have no one. So here I sit with my new best friend, a journal and a pen. The only one who will be there to start out this new journey. Perhaps everything will be much better. Perhaps the torment I have in my head now will only expand. No one knows, but the next stop is Harper Rock, Ontario.
Say Good Night to the Bad Guy
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Re: Say Good Night to the Bad Guy
November 6, 2015
I made it. This city seems like any other city. I am not sure why Jesse thought it was so special. It certainly is not as big as Chicago. I am running plans through my head on how to get a start here. I am at a loss. My new identity may mean I have to move from what I know best and I cannot help but to feel a certain anxiety about it. Do I look for a business to sneak into and work my way up? I certainly cannot go and start running for office. I do not know anyone. Perhaps I will change everything and work at Starbucks. The uncertainty is nauseating. Perhaps this is what the people mean by silver spoon. For once I do not have it, and I feel myself contemplating giving up on everything. One cigarette and a car is all I have. If I sell the car the VIN will be traced, so I am thinking of gifting it to a criminal by simply walking away with the keys left in it. Father was wrong, I can be charitable. I already miss Chicago. Here goes nothing. It is already dark here, so I cannot say I’m walking off into the sunset.
November 7, 2015
(The writing is frantic and close to illegible)
Something has happened. I cannot write what I think because it will make me seem like a mad man. Maybe I am. I met a girl last night. Abelle she called herself, I have to find her. She has to explain what she did. I can hear voices all around me, see people who are not there. Maybe she knows. She has to know.
November 8, 2015
(The writing is frantic and close to illegible, thoughts are very hard to follow)
I killed someone last night. God I was so hungry. Everything I ate I vomited back up. I scraped a few dollars together and exchanged it at the bank. Thank god for the turn of season. I cannot explain it, but I am awake all night, and sleep all day, almost as if it’s a compulsion. I have been sleeping in the trunk of my car. The man was just standing there. Something spoke to me and told me he needed to die for me to live. Where is Abelle? I know what I am now.
November 9, 2015
I feel much better today. Tonight. I will have to get used to this. Now I know why Jesse sent me here. How did he know? The voices have calmed down a bit. I can hear what they are saying now. Some think me a God walking on earth and are praying for help. Others just whisper things and are gone. I have to figure out how to control them. Maybe I can make them work for me instead of the other way around. I found Abelle’s card. I am going to find her.
November 19, 2015
I still have not found Abelle. I have stayed in my trunk most nights. Something is happening in this city, I can feel it. I am now completely in control of my wits. I have found that like human cuisine, blood also has different flavors depending on emotions and the type of person you feed on. I have also found that as most would suspect…bums are the liver and onions of blood type. Disgusting. As of right now however, until I find Abelle, it is probably the safest.
I made it. This city seems like any other city. I am not sure why Jesse thought it was so special. It certainly is not as big as Chicago. I am running plans through my head on how to get a start here. I am at a loss. My new identity may mean I have to move from what I know best and I cannot help but to feel a certain anxiety about it. Do I look for a business to sneak into and work my way up? I certainly cannot go and start running for office. I do not know anyone. Perhaps I will change everything and work at Starbucks. The uncertainty is nauseating. Perhaps this is what the people mean by silver spoon. For once I do not have it, and I feel myself contemplating giving up on everything. One cigarette and a car is all I have. If I sell the car the VIN will be traced, so I am thinking of gifting it to a criminal by simply walking away with the keys left in it. Father was wrong, I can be charitable. I already miss Chicago. Here goes nothing. It is already dark here, so I cannot say I’m walking off into the sunset.
November 7, 2015
(The writing is frantic and close to illegible)
Something has happened. I cannot write what I think because it will make me seem like a mad man. Maybe I am. I met a girl last night. Abelle she called herself, I have to find her. She has to explain what she did. I can hear voices all around me, see people who are not there. Maybe she knows. She has to know.
November 8, 2015
(The writing is frantic and close to illegible, thoughts are very hard to follow)
I killed someone last night. God I was so hungry. Everything I ate I vomited back up. I scraped a few dollars together and exchanged it at the bank. Thank god for the turn of season. I cannot explain it, but I am awake all night, and sleep all day, almost as if it’s a compulsion. I have been sleeping in the trunk of my car. The man was just standing there. Something spoke to me and told me he needed to die for me to live. Where is Abelle? I know what I am now.
November 9, 2015
I feel much better today. Tonight. I will have to get used to this. Now I know why Jesse sent me here. How did he know? The voices have calmed down a bit. I can hear what they are saying now. Some think me a God walking on earth and are praying for help. Others just whisper things and are gone. I have to figure out how to control them. Maybe I can make them work for me instead of the other way around. I found Abelle’s card. I am going to find her.
November 19, 2015
I still have not found Abelle. I have stayed in my trunk most nights. Something is happening in this city, I can feel it. I am now completely in control of my wits. I have found that like human cuisine, blood also has different flavors depending on emotions and the type of person you feed on. I have also found that as most would suspect…bums are the liver and onions of blood type. Disgusting. As of right now however, until I find Abelle, it is probably the safest.
