Philip POV:
Dear Journal,
They never understood. Not mama. Not mom. Nobody.
Until a certain George Eaker walked into my life.
He was everything I'd ever wanted, and he had every feature I could name.
And nothing was going to separate us. Not even him.
Call me nuts.
Call me crazy.
But I know what a prize is. And he's my prize. So back off.
Heh. Funny actually. He said he loved me today.
I love him, truly. He's my everything. And if I lose him. I'll be nothing. So if it means risking myself for him, then so it shall be.
-Philip Schuyler-Lewis
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Dear Journal,
He's taking me to some fancy restaurant. He says it's a surprise where it is. My mom made me wear a nice shirt and pants, and I hugged her goodbye.
They love me, sure, but they don't understand me. They only know that I have some mental problems, that's all.
Other than that, I'm an innocent kid to them.
Nope.
Just yesterday, some girl was all over George. I growled for her to leave, and yet she still tried to seduce MY George. Slut.
So, you know what I did?
I grabbed my plastic wire, out if my shirt, and when she went to the restroom, I tied it around her neck, and choked her to death.
I stuffed her body under the sink, though, so don't worry about that. Heh.
I'm not crazy. I'm just protecting my Georgie.
-Philip Schuyler-Lewis
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Dear Journal,
George is gone on a business trip, for a week, but he'll be back soon, in the meantime I'm going to hunt down a certain somebody who touched what's mine.
Hmm. Her name was Sally? Whatever her name was, she's a dead gal, so watch out Sally. Too late, I'm coming for ya.
-Philip Schuyler-Lewis
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Dear Journal,
They found me out, just a week ago. They're coming for me. George's trip has been extended, so they're going to him, to check if I'm with him. I only know this from he news.
Heh. They'll never find me, though.
I'm hiding. The funny thing is. I had to kill the people who lived in this house to hide in it, but I propped them up to make it look like they were watching TV.
Such a beautiful old couple they were.
Call me sick, but I have my excuses. Sure they're not good. But I use them anyways.
I have to do this.
-Philip Schuyler-Lewis
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Dear Journal,
They caught me, but they didn't get my journal.
I'm in a lonely prison cell.
My husband, George, as mentioned before, has filed a damn divorce. Hah. Like I care. The only reason I ever killed them, was for him. Ungrateful bitch.
My own mothers are disgusted in me now. They cried for hours on hours when they found out their son was a mass murderer. Somehow they should've known it though. Heh.
I'm not crazy.
I'm just lonely, now, at least. Only one way to solve this.
I have bed sheets, and a window. Guess where this is going. This is technically my suicide note, I guess.
Moms, I loved you, but now you hate me.
George, I did this all for you, you ungrateful bastard.
And to the sluts I killed for George, I fucking don't apologize, so suck it up. Haha. Bye cruel ass world, thank God, you won't have to deal with my crazy ass anymore.
I am truly damaged, and now you probably think I'm crazy too. All I wanted was trusted love. And some people won't even let you have that. Good bye.
-Philip Schuyler-Lewis
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