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Jesse’s Lost Journal — by Mark Patton

Entry 63, 1985

I spent the next day or so in the middle place. I may have rode the train for days, I am not sure, it was as if I was sleep walking again. I was so glad to return to my studio and fall into bed. Of course I woke up in Hell. The bed was covered in blood, I have a huge cut across my face and one on my hip. My underwear, soaked in blood, is nailed to the wall.

I knew Fred would be angry when his smokescreen with Lisa’s death was blown… so it’s obvious he is showing his displeasure. Fucker. I was OK with the mess but not with the feeling that something horrible was waiting outside my door. The building was quiet but I could not chance opening the door looking like this. So I showered wishing I was at Colin’s so I could bathe my exhausted body. The blood I mopped up, I just added it to the canvas I am painting. I also tacked the underwear there.

I opened the door to the hall but I knew I would not have to travel far. Studio 1426, the actor. The door was slightly ajar… he was a mess but beautifully laid out. He looked like Lazarus trying to touch Jesus… but there would be no more life for him.

The bed was soaked with blood, his underwear was nailed to the wall. Down his naked ribs are craved the name Jesse. His and my last gift from Freddy. This was more than a warning, this was war. Before Fred had gone to great lengths to protect and separate me from the killing. Here in this room he made it clear that the blame could be completely traced to me.

As I left the ator to what would be his most remember role, it would make him famous forever. I thought of Lisa and knew I had time to contact her as it was twilight. Fred has gone to Nancy, poor children of Springwood tonight would be Hell.

Jesse’s Lost Journals

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Jesse's Lost Journals
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