Hi, dear reader. I'm writing this book from my perspective to you, my audience.
Please note that while a lot of the interactions accurately tell the story of me and the woman I had planned to marry around Halloween of 2026, our story and our choices, the murders are not true or accurate. However
I essentially share with you the things that have gone through my mind. And these murders were in fact fantasies I had dreamt up. Trust me as much as I would have loved to have disposed of her abuser (Michael in this instance) I never actually could have. I'm not a killer. I just have the mind of a man who's heart had been shattered by the few women I had ever been with. A broken man. A disgruntled, grudge bearing, wishful thinking man.
At the time of my writing this, I will have been 26 years old, struggling to drown her memory, her voice, her beauty, her her her....
The characters in this book do in fact represent real people. Emily represents the one woman I thought was worthy of writing about. Nolan represents a younger man whom I will forever despise to the day I die.
And the things I have fantasized about doing to him to punish him for being the guy friend "I dont have to worry about"... oh yes.
My thoughts on him are bathed in a sickly blood lust that I had never felt before.
The number of scenarios I've imagined that involved him....
The pure joy that I will whole heartedly say i would enjoy at being the last thing he sees...
The pure satisfaction of knowing he's dead....yes a man can dream and in the most psychopathic ways.
Oh dear looks like I gave you all an unnecessary insight to my mind now, didn't I?
Well sadly I can't go through with something like that. Not because of how I feel. But because society looks down on it and the law catches up quick, and I can't have that issue.
So the only acceptable thing is to write about it. Others can read and have their agreements or critique about it after.
I do hope you are enjoying my story so far.