Letters to hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman and a man who has loved her. Sometimes things dont work out. There is no one way to describe how I break all the rules of writing. Reading this story will give you a hint.

Submitted: February 13, 2012

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Submitted: February 13, 2012

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To Kerra 
 
Seems as if you and I have had a go of it lately.  Odd that we would have come to this level of disagreement. Well not so odd, considering our past. But we were really doing well there a bit. I understand just as much as I think you’re a fucking cunt. Lets cal it a 50/50. No not 50 you and 50 me. 50/50 all me,   50% my rage 50% my hate and 50% me being all kinds of right and you being wrong as creationism. Ok, improper fraction; I admit that but, none the less, BLOW ME!. 
 
If I were a normal or logical entity of any kind, I would assume that you had stopped reading this before the first paragraph ended .  I know better. I know you. You want to see how far and to what end I will take all of this. You will do just that; not because you care about me, (not as if you ever had). Your reading this piece of shit now because you feel soooo fuckin special. So important to everybody and all things. You with your Pussy made of gold (in case you couldn’t tell, that last line was written in a new font called sarcastabitch ). Still you will go on reading. Glutton for punishment or just stupid. Don’t matter, because I would do the same damn thing and so would every other fuckin mouth breather in this god forsaken country.  But I digress.
 
The matter at hand, its what kind of whore you are. 
 
Or perhaps, the whore that you are or are not. (I prefer to think, your  a taking it in the ass, cum guzzling whore. I also would love to think the opposite.) Even having said all this, I know your reading. You want to know the ending of this tale. Its all about you. How could you not hang on every word? You want the story and I am going to give it to you. Maybe after you have read it you will put a gun in your mouth. Maybe you will just laugh at me and disclose parts to your friends out of context. Either way, along with this letter I have sent  select pages of my personal journal. Pages written during the time you and I were together. 
 
Enjoy Cunt
Luther 
 
 
 
April 7th 2009 
 
It was fucking amazing. Kerra you and I have been together 3 months now but last night and then once more this morning (in the shower) we must have had  the best fucking sex ever. Well at least I did; she probably didn’t care much for the part where I shoved my dick up her ass and  blew a huge load up in that shit (pun intended), but me; I hade the time of my life. 
 
However a growing concern pelages me. After she left for work. I found a diamond cluster on my dick . I think its possible that she has infuckted  me with something. Somehow I feel that it will be worth it if I get to keep her.  I am going to pretend I didn’t notice it  and go about my life and just try and not let her see it. I will call her at work tonight just to say “I love you“.
 
April 13th 2009
 
We had a huge fight today. It was just one of those fucking things where she chose her family over me agene. Her fucking kid and goddamn parents all I want is more one on one time with her but I cant seem to make that clear without using the word “cunt”.  I wish I was happy more often. I wish that I had never moved into her house. Sometimes I love it. Other times I feel that I have made my bed and that it is a bed of nails. 
 
April 27th 2009
 
She had admitted that she had herpes  and that she knew about it before we even started dating. How fucked is that. Its like she trapped me, I couldn’t leave now if I wanted too; and I do. 
 
My fate is sealed . I hate this bitch as much as I ever loved her and now were stuck together. Although that wouldn’t  be so bad if I didn’t have her fucking kid calling my Dad. Get called Dad and you got to take on all the responsibility of a farther. I don’t even like the little fucking thing; I find her revolting and when she is out of sight I pretend she does not exist .  Yesterday I smacked the little bitch in the head just because I knew she was young enough not to remember it and I could get away with it. I feel a little bad about it now though. Perhaps I imprinted a mental scar that she will have the rest of her life. 
 
Ok I feel bad but not bad enough that I wouldn’t do it agene. 
 
May 11th 2009
 
Ohhhhhh did I have fun today. I found the perfect moment . Kerra’s dad was up on the roof. I could see him cleaning the gutters from my window. I never thought an air soft BB gun would be so useful. I waited for the fucker to bend over agene and then; it was easy as hell. I just shot him in the ass. It wasn’t enough to go through his pants or even really leave a mark. It was enough to surprise  the fuck out of him and  cause him to fall off the roof and break his neck. He fell, he died and I looked like the hero that saw it all and called 911. 
 
Kerra cried on me all night and I had a hard time controlling my laughter. 
 
May 13th 2009
 
Today I got to revel in all the misery of my girlfriends now broken family. It is the first showing for her dad and I cleaned up really nice and pulled that whole “I’m here for you” shit. 
 
11:38pm the kid was next door with Kerra’s mom and I convinced  Kerra to let me fuck her in the ass. Her sorrow did all the work for me. 
 
Today is one of the happiest days I have had in a long time.
 
May 30th 2009
 
Taking Kerra  to work today was a living hell. The magic of her dead farther has already worn off. She is being a fucking bitch agene. I cant stand it I want to fucking kill her but I have a better idea. 
 
I am going to make damn sure that the kid dies. Then ill be important again. She will love me harder and I will have to keep her from killing herself.
 
All I got to do is figer a good way to kill the kid and not get caught. Cassandra is allergic to bee stings. I think I will use that.
 
June 3rd  2009
 
I have been outside all day today trying to smack bees out of the air and collect them. I went to the hive a crossed the yard and got several good ones. 
 
I planted the half dead bees in Cassandra’s crib. Knowing her mother would take her in her room tonight in the dark, when she gets home from work and from picking Cassandra up at her ex husbands house. 
 
Now its just a matter of waiting till morning.
June 7th 2009 
 
It’s the second showing  for Cassandra today.  I love the fact that a small nest on the side of our home was blamed for her death.  This way I once agene get completely off. 
 
I just hope I can keen that cunt Kerra alive long enough to have her to myself. No distractions now. No kid no farther. But maybe I should kill her mother too, jus to be safe.
 
June 23rd 2009 
 
All good things come to an end. Kerra and I are fighting agene. I don’t know what to say and I don’t know what to do. I am beginning to think that no matter what I do and no matter how many I kill; It will never be enough to truly have her love.
 
July 16th 2009
 
I sliced myself to ribbons last night in a drunken binge. We ha a fight and today I wait for her to pick her up from work. She had made something up and got her mother to take her too work. I couldn’t de it, I was too fucked up. 
 
After she got in the car; I knew it was over. She and I had gone as far as we could. 
 
She had left me but I had not left her. I am not willing to let this go. I invested too much  time  and way too much energy. 
 
July17th 2009 
 
Last night after a battle I don’t even care to describe. I had to move out. I have nowhere to go. I am living in the fucking car.
 
I made up my mind.  After thinking long and hard. This is all I will say here.
 
 
Dear Kerra
 
You may be wondering why I am sending you a second letter. by now you know the truth. I killed your farther and your daughter. I hated you and loved you just that much. My first letter may have been a bit misleading but I had too come up with something good. After all I got to consider the fact that this story will be told all over the world one way or an other. 
 
You may not get it yet but if I know you, you do. 
 
I am already dead. I died last night. I drove to the parking lot of the store that you and I had most of our fights in. I took a bottle of trazadone and injected myself with bleach.  
 
As you now know your mother is dead. I killed her with a butterfly knife and I left the letter your reading now on her chest. 
 
You might want to call the cops but I bet your body is slowing down about now.
 
You had received the first letter today and knowing you. You did what you always do when stressed. I’m betting that you read the first part and either had a drink of rum or ate some roman noodles.  
 
Either way your fucked. You never took back your key and I put cyanide in your noodles and drink yesterday night. Right after I killed your Mom. 
 
I always told you I would kill you if your fucked me over. 
 
In the last few minutes of your life. You know I was being truthful.
 
 
Much hate
 
The late Great Luther
 
PS whomever finds all the bodies. Please burn me and sprinkle my ash on the graves of all those whom I killed. I want them to have to taste me for eternity. 
 
 


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