Are You Insane?

This is my diary. Why are you reading it? Everyone always wants to know everything about me. Why can't anyone just leave me alone? I didn't kill that boy. Or that girl. Or those twins. I didn't kill that old man that kept talking to me. Why can't you see that I am talking to someone? There is somebody there. I know that I always have someone with me.


9. December 1st 2011

Dear diary,

I didn't kill him. I swear, I didn't. I didn't know what I was doing. One moment I was walking into the coffee shop with a small packet of white powder, the next, I was leaving. The packet of white powder sitting at the bottom of the old man's tea cup.

I didn't know what would happen, but when I saw the ambulance scream down the road towards the coffee shop, I knew what the white powder had done.

I had to see what would happen to him, so I followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital. It's easy- following an ambulance, they're so loud that following the sirens is easy.

I watched the old man die. He was still breathing when they took him into the room, so I pretended to be his granddaughter so that I could see what would happen. He looked so fragile on the white bed, surrounded by doctor's who puzzled over what to do. I could see them try everything to get the... stuff out. I could see them try everything to stop the effects. I could see them try and bring him back. But I couldn't see them let him go.

I had done it. It's as simple as that. I put the stuff in his tea. Oh, forget it, poison. Poison. That's what it was. I am facing the fact. I poisoned him. Didn't I?

No, no I didn't. I didn't do it. The powder killed him. Not me. The poison killed him. Not me. Never me. I wouldn't do that. Would I?

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