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February 6th, 2001, 06:36 AM
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I rolled over and pressed my knees into Michael's back, he moaned and the room was quiet again. The tack paper on the window was ripped in a couple places and light was peeking through. The shapes were odd and I couldn't stop staring at them. I had lain awake for what seemed like hours, my thoughts tangled and ebbing. I scooted closer to Mike's back, gravitating to his warmth. I wanted to wake him up and talk to him, but I couldn't. This was too heavy to just talk about right after waking up. He needed to be fully awake and aware.
My hand unconsciously slid over my abdomen. The pressure was building there. I sighed and Michael stirred again; rolling over and placing his arm around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I held him in my arms. Waiting to fall back asleep and forget for a while.
I woke with a start. The bed was empty save for myself. I sat up frantic to find out where Mike went. I looked over at his side of the bed and saw a small note, he had left for work and didn't feel like waking me. That wasn't like him. Maybe he already knew? But where could he have found out? How could he have? I lay back on my pillow and stared up at the ceiling. I felt like calling him at work, but to tell him something like this on the phone...what would he do? I didn't want to scare him, didn't want him to mess up at work. I didn't want him to get upset and come home.
to be continued...
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~My name is Donnie Smith and I have lots of love to give.~ -Magnolia
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
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February 6th, 2001, 06:43 AM
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Simply beautiful dear. I'm on edge.
(btw.. I use to Coke Cans)
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I like his shoes, I like his hat... I'd like me better if I looked like that.. uh huh.. uh huh ~Violent Femmes
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February 18th, 2001, 10:53 PM
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February 20th, 2001, 02:51 AM
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February 26th, 2001, 01:18 AM
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Got another idea....
"What was your childhood like?"
I looked at him quizzically. "My childhood was fine. My parents were good people. What are you trying to do? Lead me. Next thing you know you'll want to hypnotize me or some shit so that I'll reveal my past to you. That's not gonna work, pal. You have met one for the textbooks. Yes, I killed those women...assaulted them sexually, but my life was good. I had a great childhood. My parents believed in spanking me, but dammit, didn't most kids in my generation get spanked?"
The doctor paused for a moment in his writing. "Your parents spanked you? Did they do it excesively?"
I stood up smiling and rubbing my face. "I killed 45 women. I killed another 12 schoolage girls. I got close to most of these people...made friends with them...then raped and killed them. Don't you think you should be asking me about them?"
"You're admitting this because you want attention correct? You're going to get off easy because you're admitting this aren't you?"
I leaned against the wall and shook my head. "No, I enjoy talking about it. I enjoyed my work. I'm not insane...I'm not looking for attention...I'm not admitting these things to get off easily."
"You are insane...you just don't think you are."
"Did you look at the case files? All those women had something different done to them...didn't have a damn calling card to mark me as the murder of them all."
No that doesn't work...I should probably start this different
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~Now that I have found someone I am feeling more alone than I ever have before.~ Brick: Ben Folds Five
~These posts are for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.~ by D.A.N.
~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim
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February 26th, 2001, 05:01 PM
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February 28th, 2001, 11:12 PM
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keep going miral, don't stop! *G
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March 5th, 2001, 08:20 PM
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May 10th, 2001, 04:26 AM
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I lay back down and closed my eyes tight, next thing I knew Michael was leaning over me. "I tried to call you three times...why didn't you answer the phone?" I stared up at his face for a moment, groggily.
"Huh?" I sat up and looked over at the clock... 3 am? "I didn't hear the phone ring."
"I heard a rumour and I need to know what's going on."
"I have no idea what you're talking about"
He scrunched up his face trying to find the right words. He finally just looked at me blankly and spoke. "You didn't tell me you were pregnant, why not?"
"I'm not pregnant." I tried frantically to think of the person that could have told him, but the rumour mill had struck...and I was stuck. He gave me a stern look.
"You are pregnant, and you're going to tell me why you didn't tell me in the first place."
"I couldn't." My hand unconsciously held my abdomen. He sat on the edge of the bed his back to me.
"I thought we were in love. I thought we could tell each other everything. I thought we decided to not have children."
"I love you so much. We did decide not to have children, but this is an "accident"." I sat up in the bed and leaned on his back a little. He moved slightly away indicating that he didn't want my touch. "Michael, please."
"I respect you enough to understand that this is an accident. But I didn't want to have a child, Kelly. I don't think I can be the father that this child needs. I know I am not a good father."
"You don't know that, Michael. I am positive you would make a great father. Once you saw this child...a part of you...a part of me....I know you would fall in love with it. And possibly love it more than anything in the world."
He turned, almost angrily and I flinched. "I love YOU more than anything in the world. You changed my life Kelly. Remember you SAVED my life." He put his hand over his eyes and started to cry. I hugged his shoulders and cried, too. "I can't make a guarantee on how I will treat this child, but I am afraid. Afraid that I will treat it how my dad treats me...treated me. Even how my stepfathers treated me. And i don't want that. Aren't you afraid? Am i the only person concerned about how we're going to take care of this child...how are we going to afford it?"
I turned away from him and started to cry harder.
"I'm sorry baby, please. I didn't mean to say that you weren't concerned too."
"Michael, I'm scared too. I have a person growing inside me. Don't you think I would be just as frightened and confused as you?!" He pulled me closer, rocking me in his arms.
"I'm sorry, please don't cry. Please try to make a decision on what to do. I'll follow whatever plans you have. I love you and trust you."
He stood up as if to leave. "Wait, where are you going?" He glanced down at me his face sained with tears.
"To my moms. I think you need a week or so to decide what to do. Alone. I'll visit when you call and ask me to. I love you, Kelly. please don't forget that."
"I can't forget. I love you too, Michael."
to be continued....
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June 16th, 2001, 12:40 AM
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This sounds altogether almost too personal a story to coment on.
But, like everything I've read you've written.. you've a very personal touch. You draw the reader in and hold them captive.
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