Dear Diary,
Did you miss me? I know I haven’t written anything for ages – I'm really sorry. But I have a pretty good reason for not writing. You see, I was busy planning a small birthday party for my brother.
A party that resulted in his death.
Oh, I should also mention that I was the one who killed him.
Why did I kill him? Well, he was monster that deserved to die. There was no place for him in this world. So, I killed him.
I killed him today when he expected it the least. I killed him on his birthday. I don’t regret doing it. The only thing I regret is they arrested his colleague, an innocent person who had nothing to do with the murder. Oh well, he’s a lawyer. I’m sure he can prove himself innocent.
As for me? They don’t suspect me so I have nothing to worry about. I planned everything in great detail; it will take them forever to just figure out how he was killed. You see diary, I killed him in a room full of people without anyone noticing. That’s how good I am.
Our parents died when I was ten and he was seventeen. It was sometime after that that he started to … do things with me. I couldn’t tell anyone. He threatened to kill me if I did. I was only a child and yet the way he treated me ... I told you he was a monster. The ‘sessions’ with him never ended until he got married. He soon forgot – but I didn’t.
I always acted normal in front of him and it killed me to do it. All I wanted to do was inflict the same pain he had inflicted upon me. I feel sorry for Marion. She’s such a nice person. But I did her a favor by killing her husband. I shudder at the thought of what he would have done to their children.
I came here to his house a day yesterday. I was acting cheerful and bubbly as usual although deep inside, I wanted to jump at his throat and strangle him to death. But I controlled myself like I always do. He would die tomorrow, I told myself.
I pleaded with Marion to let me bake the cake.
“I’ll make him a special cake!” I had said time and again until she relented.
So I made him a cake. A special cake just like I'd said. A cake that would be his death. It was a rather large cake; Marion had a big fancy oven in her kitchen. After the cake was done, I placed a knife inside it facing upwards. I smiled as I covered the cake – and the knife – in icing.
I stayed over at their house. I had to, obviously, lest one of them find out about the knife in the cake. At two o'clock last night, once everyone was fast asleep, I sneaked into the basement. You see, I have a degree in electrical engineering and I was planning to make full use of that. I searched for the fuse box and connected the fuse to a small device with a timer. At seven o’clock in the evening today, the timer would blow the fuse and plunge the house into darkness.
The timer didn’t fail me. Marion, I, my brother and his guests were seated around a table. I had placed the cake in front of my brother. As he always did, he started giving a speech to us all. A speech I knew was as shallow as he was. At exactly seven o’clock, the lights in the house went out.
I was seated right across him. This was my moment. This was what I had been waiting to do all these years. No, I didn’t grab the knife from the cake and stab him. Everyone would know I did it. I had to be more subtle.
I kicked his legs from underneath the table.
He fell face forwards towards the table. And the knife that I’d placed upright inside the cake plunged into his chest. By the time everyone had switched on their tiny little lights on their cell phones, my brother was convulsing on the floor, cake smeared all over his bloody chest with a knife sticking out of it.
Imagine my delight when I saw that the knife had pierced his heart. That's karma, I suppose. By the time the medics arrived, that bastard was dead. He was dead. And I was free.
I was finally free.
Well, that’s all for now. I have to hide you since I kind of completely confessed to murdering my brother in here. I'd be in quite a jam if they found you and read you. The police are downstairs talking with Marion. I’m sure they’ll come talk to me too. But, they having nothing they can pin on me. I’d like to see them try.
Anyways, bye until my next entry which might be an hour later or a week later.
Ciao,
XOXOXO
Dianne
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