If only this world had shown me a little more mercy, maybe I wouldn’t be here, on the tallest building in my city, ready to test out the intricate systems I had made underground. The systems being filled with gallons upon gallons of gunpowder, all it needs to detonate is one tiny little explosion, which should happen in its due time.

The people in this city had been harsh, nobody had looked out for me, nobody brought me a coat when it was snowing, and nobody brought me food when I was almost dead becuase of starvation. All I wanted was sympathy, and I got none, so now, I want all of these people to beg. Beg for my forgiveness, beg for my mercy as I had once begged from them. I want to watch this explosion, to see everyone cower… becuase maybe, if anyone had cared, I wouldn’t be the way I am. I would have had sympathy, i would have known how to not be a bad person. The sad thing is that would never happen, not here in Meddle Pinel. Most people on these streets are drug addicts and the others are kidnappers or rapists, the person who had been kindest to me was a drug addict himself and even he has nothing to offer. He had beautifully messy hair, the curls a deep Caramel brown, a contrast to his bright green eyes, which always looked at me with a calm happy expression. His name was Malcom. I was ready to throw everything away for him, and he was ready to do the same for me. But he got sick, and he still is, even as he’s next to me and I’m writing this. He still looks at me with though bright forest eyes, and his caramel curls are neater, courtesy of me. This was his idea as much as it’s mine. Malcom had thought of the idea one night when we were both tipsy, and when I brought it up the night after, he had confirmed that was indeed what he was talking about, and that he was serious. So he started to research as I gathered everything. And as time went on I finished the systems, buying the apartment in this building for us. I know you’re wondering how I got an apartment, and it’s simple, I killed the original owner, Malcom’s doesn’t know that of course, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind at all. Anyways, as I speak I see a car crash, the one car blowing up and setting off all of the cars in a 30 mile radius, right out of reach of us. We both know we’re going to sleep good, we atleast no eveidence except for this book, which hopefully won’t end up in the wrong hands.

Signing off, liana