Red was her favourite colour.
3rd April 2004
Blackthorn Road
Blackthorn Road. What a name! It reminds me of a thorn, a really big one, covered with dried blood – blackened. Then, there she was. She was wearing red stilettos, a matching red dress with a white belt around her slim waist. Her shoulder-length brown hair was floating with the wind. Her bare legs, looking as soft as a baby’s, were exposed. She was taking long strides, walking in an elegant manner. She walked right past me. Without even noticing I was there.
“Julia!” I called out. She kept on walking. I called her again. But she continued to ignore me. Rage swept through me.
How dare she ignore me like that? I thought to myself.
I walked over to her and grabbed her arm.
“Farewell, beautiful.”
8th April 2004
My daughter’s bedroom
Her bedroom was always well-kept. It has a single bed, and a small desk that occupied one side of the bedroom. The room is empty. No one is at home. She must be watching television downstairs. I love her. What’s her name though? Amanda? Or the other one, Carla? It must be Amanda. Then who was Carla?
She walks in, her blue eyes wide.
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
“What do you mean? This is my house, little miss daughter.”
“I am not your daughter. Your daughter is dead!”
“What are you saying?”
“You killed her! And you killed your wife! Don’t you dare come near me! I’ll call the police!”
I look at her. How did she know I killed her mother? Did she see it? Will she report it to the police?
She can’t know this and survive.
I have to make sure of that.
15th April 2004
Swordbill Hotel
I am in room number 101. I want to talk to my Julie. I miss her. She was probably making dinner right now. I dial our house number.
It rings several times.
Where is she?
I almost hung up when:
“Hello?”
It is a man’s voice.
There was not supposed to be a man at home. No man was allowed to visit Julia when I was not there.
Julia is having an affair, I think angrily.
“How could you do this to me Julia? And who the hell are you? What are you doing at my house? How dare you!”
I slam the phone down.
At the same instant, a woman came in.
She saw me and started to scream.
“Keep quiet, damn it!”
She shuts up.
“What did I ever do to you, Julia?” I said sadly. “Why did you have to do this to me? Don’t you know how much I love you?”
She was cowering towards the door looking nervously at me, nearly in tears.
I got irritated.
Doing that innocent princess act on me is not going to work, I thought, I would have to make her pay for what she did to me
Very quickly, I grab her and drag her to the bed. I take a pillow. I put it on her mouth watching her tremble in fear. Then I put it on her eyes and kissed her goodbye. I could taste the salty tears that had fallen on her lips. I then cover her entire face with it and hold it tight.
After she lay limp on the bed, I walked out the door.
20th April 2004
Prison bunk
I don’t know why those men put me in here. I don’t think I’ve broken the law or anything. They keep talking about killing someone. I have no idea what they are talking about. It doesn’t matter though. I called Julia. She’ll come to bail me out after she picks up Carla from her ballet lessons.
