This morning was a high wire act as I had to explain my dream to her in the car on the way to school… I was very nervous, I needed to see the truth and this would be the test… I am hoping that I am crazy.
Once we arrived in the parking lot I knew my fate was sealed… it is all really happening. Police everywhere, road blocks, thank GOD we saw him and he filled us in. OK, He is dead, murdered it seems in some strange sex game he was playing. Sliced to death with knives, it appears there are no finger prints and no evidence of the killer… so for the moment I am safe.
Sooner or later they will connect the bar and the police visit to my home. No mention of the stick, so this must be something they are holding back. I am relieved, I have to admit I hated him and a part of me wanted this. In my mind I see all the kids who come to school and wipe out the people they hate… is this his plan?
My side hurts… it seems he cut me from the inside, he is an artist with the blades as my name looks really cool… what am I saying! The coach is dead. HE is inside me and he fits so well that we are becoming one… I have to hold on to my plan. I cannot believe I have to act normal today.