Dear Diary,


My day was going well.

Very well.

Because last night Melissa and I spoke.

She understood me.

She forgave me.

And I forgave her too.

For hesitating.

I understand.

Sometimes it takes time for someone to understand when they hear specific things.

So in the morning, I let her go.

She seemed calm.

She even gave me a hug.

And a kiss.

It makes me very happy remembering that.

I think everything was okay again.

I think we were okay again.

But she told someone.

She told someone I killed Mickey.

I was listening on her very call.

I trusted her.

And she stabbed my heart.

How could she do that to me?

To us?

Our relationship?

Sorry.

I'm a bit angry remembering all of this bullshit.

But I don't understand what she was thinking.

I let her go.

I trusted her.

She said she forgave me.

She hugged me.

She kissed me.

Then she told someone.

Why?

Maybe she didn't understand what could happen.

Maybe she thought telling someone wouldn't matter.

Things like this are complex.

She doesn't seem to understand how careless she was.

So after work, I went to her place.

Lexie Mane was there too.

Her friend.

I had to take them both.

I didn't have a choice.

If Melissa told Lexie, she could tell someone else.

Then that person could tell another person.

Then another.

It could keep going.

Eventually everyone would know.

And then Melissa would get herself into trouble.

I'm trying to protect her.

I hope she understands that.

Today I used the old basement.

My mother used to keep her pills and whips down there.

I don't remember why she had so many.

It doesn't matter.

There are no windows.

It's not really soundproof, though.

That was annoying.

So I had to put dark tape over their mouths.

I thought about stitching them shut.

But I still want someone to talk to.

That would make things difficult.

I don't want to hurt Melissa.

I just need her to understand.

I think she will.

She understood me last night.

Maybe she was just confused this morning.

Maybe Lexie confused her.

People do that.

They put ideas into your head.

I won't let that happen again.

I should go check on them.

Melissa is probably awake now.

Maybe she'll want to talk.

Bye, Diary.