17/01/2002
My dear Jonathan,
Where have you been?
The house feels so empty without you.
I can't even remember when I last spoke to you.
What's even stranger is, I can't bring myself to leave the house, no matter how badly I want to find you.
There's something that seems to be keeping me here, but I can't figure out what.
The last time I checked, it's only been 2 years since we got married, which would mean I'm currently 22. If that's so, why do I find it so hard to lift something as light as a pen? The pen keeps slipping past my fingers. Am I dying out of a strange disease I don't know of?
Please, help me Jonathan.
I love you so much.
Come back, I need you.
None of this has been happening until you went missing, which means I need you back.
18/01/2015
Dear Jonathan,
Would it be weird if I told you that I somehow feel stronger whenever I'm in the backyard?
I feel something tugging on the back of my t-shirt every time I turn to leave the place.
The only thing that hasn't gone downhill due to your missing presence is the garden.
I'm thinking about going gardening tomorrow.
22/01/2002
Jonathan...
It's been four days, sorry for the late update.
Everything's driving me crazy.
I'd have the same weird dream, then wakeup downstairs afterwards.
No... it isn't a dream.
It seems more like a vision or some sort of flashback, because I see them when I'm awake too, particularly when I close my eyes.
The thing is, the images don't linger in my head long enough for me to remember. I do however; remember it being gory- extremely gory.
You know what else is strange?
Not being able to see your own reflection when you stand in front of a mirror.
Jonathan, you have to come back.
24/01/2002
NO, NO, NO.
I CANNOT PROCESS WHAT IS CURRENTLY HAPPENING.
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.
THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.
NO JONATHAN, NO.
I AM SCARED OUT OF MY MIND JONATHAN, YOU HAVE TO SAVE ME.
THIS NIGHTMARE I TOLD YOU ABOUT, JONATHAN?
GUESS WHAT.
YOU ARE IN IT, JONATHAN.
IS THIS WHY YOU'VE BEEN MISSING, JONATHAN?
BUT IT CAN'T BE.
Unless...
25/01/2002
Jonathan...
I found your body in the garden.
26/01/2002
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27/01/2002
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30/01/2002
Oh Jonathan.
Did you really think you could get away with it?
Of course you did.
How did it feel, when your first body part I chose to get rid of was your ring finger?
I thought it couldn't get any better when I bit half of your tongue out, leaving the other half hanging.
But you didn't need a tongue to scream; your eyes did a fine job for you.
Ah, those beautiful blue eyes.
I missed holding them inside my hands.
I think I still have them in a jar.
You were such a fighter, Jonathan.
That wasn't enough to kill you.
I always thought you had a big heart, but I guess I proved myself wrong when I pulled it out of your chest.
If you had a bigger heart, you wouldn't have slept with her, would you now?
I loved you Jonathan.
What was I supposed to tell the baby inside my stomach?
They've gotten a taste of your blood, and your sweet, juicy liver.
But I loved you too much, and perhaps I still do.
If I wouldn't, I wouldn't have cut my ring finger, just like I did to you.
I wouldn't have bit my own tongue till I ended up swallowing it down my throat.
I wouldn't have gauged my eyeballs out, although it's sad to say I didn't place them in the jar I placed yours in.
I wouldn't have killed our baby. I didn't want it to live without a father.
I wouldn't have killed myself if the thought of living without you was such a burden, Jonathan.
I love you Jonathan,
I love you so much.
I cannot wait to see you in Hell.
