Dear Diary
Friday Night
I don’t understand why Jason hasn’t called me yet. I know
we broke up three days ago but how can you spend everyday together for
over a year, and then not call when you split up? I don’t understand
this at all. He knows I still love him. God I feel so crappy. Nothing
matters anymore if Jason is not around. Of course, my mother doesn’t
get it. She keeps saying that in time none of this will matter. What does
she know? I don’t think she has ever loved anyone the way Jason
and I loved each other. Maybe I will stop by his house tomorrow to see
what he is up to. Oh my God! What if he found someone else! I don’t
think that is possible, but what if? He could be out with her right now!
How can he be with someone else when he knows I love him? No one will
ever love him like I do.
Dear Diary
Saturday Night
I biked by his house today but his car was not around. It might have
been in the garage I guess. I also biked by the restaurant, but Kevin
said
that Jason is on vacation for a couple of weeks and he hasn’t seen
him. Sure, now he takes time off. He couldn’t when we were together
but as soon as we split up, he takes a vacation. What an asshole! I was
always begging him to take a few days off so we could spend it together
camping or whatever. So now he is with the new girlfriend and he is taking
her out on a vacation. Bitch! She can’t have the vacation I never
got! I will scratch her eyes out if I ever see her!
Dear Diary
Sunday Night
I spent the entire day sitting in the park across from Jason’s house
to see if I could see him coming or going. I didn’t have a great
view because his house is not directly across from the park. I had to
crouch down behind a rock and try to see his driveway from between two
houses. I sat there for probably six hours and I could not see anything.
But I could have missed him because the view was not great. A woman walked
past me twice; once while she was walking her dog and then a couple of
hours later when she was out running. She gave me this really weird look
but I don’t know why. Has she never seen someone sitting in the
park before? I just thought of something. What if she is Jason’s
new girlfriend? I bet she is. She has probably seen pictures of me at
his house. I know he would not throw out any pictures of us together,
so I bet she saw them and is now stalking me to see if I am going after
Jason! That fucking cow! Is she that jealous of me and Jason that now
she has to stalk me? Well I guess I will have to have a chat with Jason
and let him know about his new slut girlfriend. Maybe I will even file
a police report! That would teach her. Bitch. And it’s not like
she is pretty or anything. But that is probably why she is so afraid of
me. She sees how beautiful I am and she can’t stand it.
Dear Diary
Monday Night
Still nothing from Jason. What if something is wrong? What if that bitch
is keeping him from calling me? She probably knows that Jason loves
me and wants me back so she is keeping him locked up somewhere. I have
to
find him! I am the only one that can find him because of the love we
have for each other. He is probably calling my name and needing me to
find
him! I will have to go back to the park to see the slut and then follow
her home. Then I can look for Jason. He will be so happy that I have
rescued him.
Dear Diary
Tuesday Night
I found out where she lives when I followed her home after her morning
walk. She was so surprised to see me standing in her living room when
she got home after work. Unfortunately, she was not cooperative at all
and I had to get the information somehow on where she kept Jason. When
I was waiting for her, I searched her house. She kept her cute little
poodle caged up in the back room. I wonder if she always left him locked
up? Poor little thing. He would not quit barking so I had to let him
go out the back door. Eventually he left the yard and took off.
What a crappy little place, I thought, as I looked around. Chintz curtains
matching her Chintz couch. I recognized the pattern from my house. My
mother had the same crappy taste in patterns. Her bedroom had this disgusting
flowery bedspread and matching curtains. I swear it was like being in
a freaking garden. I could almost smell the chrysanthemums and roses.
Way too girly for me. She had pictures all over the place, but not one
of Jason. That proves to me that she is just using him. She should have
her entire bedroom walls covered with his pictures like I have, if she
really loved him. She doesn’t even have a lock of his hair or any
of his fingers. How can she say that she loves him? Anyway, I looked through
the entire house but Jason was not there.
I had to wait for five hours for her to show up. I got hungry so I made
a sandwich and had a coke. Finally, I heard her car pull up in the driveway.
I waited behind the front door. I heard her keys jingle in the lock.
She stepped into the house and turned on the small lamp that was on
the desk
by the front door. When she turned around and saw me, she must have
jumped ten feet in the air. That was quite funny! She let out a small
scream
and backed into the table, smashing the lamp on the floor. Too bad.
It was the only non-girly thing she had in the house. I lunged at her
and
held my hand over her mouth. I told her if she screamed again, I would
have to stab her. I showed her the Wusthof Slicing and Carving knife
I stole from her knife block. That was the other thing in her house
that
I had to admire her for. One thing I know is knives. You have to, if
you are going to cut somebody up. I loved the weight of it in my hand.
Anyway,
she saw the knife and immediately shut her face. I led her to the dining
room chair and taped her to it with the duct tape I found in her basement.
She pleaded with me to let her go, but she knew I was not going away
without her telling me what she had done with Jason. I told her to shut
up and
slapped her face. I pushed her down and then I taped her legs and her
arms to the chair and then I taped her forehead to the back of chair.
She looked like a prisoner waiting for someone to pull the switch. I
had to laugh because this dining room chair was going to be my version
of
the electric chair, but she did not know that. The whole time I was
taping her, she kept asking me why I was doing this. Stupid cow. She
knew why
but pretended to know nothing. She deserved to die, just because she
is too stupid to live. I told her to shut her slut face or I would tape
it
shut for her. She cried and said nothing else.
Once she was tied up, I began asking her questions. “Where is Jason?”
“I don’t know anyone named Jason,” she claimed.
“
Don’t lie to me bitch! I know you have him locked up somewhere because
you don’t want him seeing me because you know he still loves me. When are
you going to accept that? He loves me, not you. Now where is he?” I screamed
in her face so closely that by the time I was done, spittle covered her cheeks
and nose.
She was sobbing hysterically, but I did not let up. She had to know I was serious. “Tell
me where he is or I am going to cut off an ear. You won’t be all that attractive
with only one ear, now will you.” She looked at the knife as I brought
it closer to her head and screamed, “I don’t know any Jason. I don’t
know who you are and I don’t understand what is happening.”
I told her “I am going to give you one last chance. Tell me where he is
and I will let you live. Deny it and I will stick you like a pig and watch until
you bleed out.” I love watching ER. I learn so many neat phrases.
She would not stop crying so I had to kill her. She really gave me no choice.
I did take one of her fingers though. I put it in the box where I had all the
other ones. One was Jason’s. I know because he was still wearing his class
ring when I chopped it off. One was mother’s, one belonged to my sister,
and the other three belonged to all the guys that tried to break up with me.
I guess if I can’t find Jason, I will have to go back to the restaurant
and tell Kevin that he needs a girlfriend.
God I hate Tuesday nights. I always have to have an English report on grammar
done for Wednesdays. You would think that being in grade nine, teachers would
give you some flexibility. |
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Malina Roos currently is a Legal Admin Assistant student in Red
River College in Winnipeg, Manitoba. She have been writing off
and on for years,
but decided to pursue it more earnestly about three months ago.
She has written short stories in the past and is working on
a novel. All of the writing she does is a little ambiguous, and
always seems to have a twist factor in there somewhere. She lives
with her
husband, her son, two not so miniature schnauzers and a Yorkie. |
