So, the wait began. I knew not to expect Nancy anytime soon; the first wait was for the police. I had the feeling it would take them hours to find me, in fact it was almost a full day.
So, I waited and as I did, I held Lisa.
I am sure some of you would like a better description, more details of her kill… yes, I received those letters and most I trashed without a thought, there is sickness all over the world. I will always keep her death private, she was killed quickly and cleanly as I was the one who did it.
During our wait, Fred sat quietly in a corner in my mind; he was thrilled to watch me grieve. I thought of Lisa, how kind she had been to me, how understanding and of how I used her. I am no hero here but I needed to do what I did and as she died I felt she understood me completely.
I contemplated what was to come… it was noted in court that I was docile and in fact handed myself over to the police. I could have run, run to the end of the Earth and back again in the time it took the fools of Springwood’s finest to find me… my God the whole place burned down before they thought to check it out. I wanted to sleep but knew I had to wait, I needed to be in jail… this is the plan.
As I mentioned before, Nancy and I are day and night… I am sunlight to Fred, I allow him to enter the real world… why? Who knows? Nancy takes him on in the night… right now he is locked between worlds but he will figure out the trap door, one day soon, but not tonight and not for years to come.
Fred was a fool to pull back his skull and allow me to look into his brain (he was showing off as usual) but it was a huge mistake… I saw it all and I remember, I know his mind, his flaws, what he can and cannot do. I love the Fred Head Canons, ooh….Freddy can do this or do that, chapter one page 20, scene three Fred does X…I KNOW Freddy, I am Jesse… do you understand I AM JESSE… I not only play the game… I lived the life, I wore the glove, I killed for him and it is my destiny I believe; to end his experience on this planet.
So I waited. I am thinking of my mother now and my father and my sister, what will become of them? I left the unfinished journal on my bed… open to the page that said… when I reach this moment it will all be true.
Everything written here is true and I am either dead or I am waiting for you.