Why? you may ask, did I slash my boyfriend's throat while we were watching a movie in bed together. It's simple. I loved him too much. Every Time I saw him, My heart beat nearly out of my chest! That's how much I loved him. I would use my father's hunting knife (He was out of town at the time) to carve little hearts into my arms to prove my love for him. I would kill to prove my love to him. But I felt it was never enough. Even though he told me he knew I loved him, I felt it was never enough. So I did what any girl my age would do, I tried to make him love me how I loved him. If he can't understand my love, maybe he is the one that needs to love like me. But he despised the idea. Saying "Babe, I'm not going to kill to prove my love for you. You have issues. You need help." He said. I needed help? I did all this for him and he tells me I need help? Maybe if you accepted my love, I wouldn't need to do all this. But no. He didn't believe my love and it made him mad. And maybe it made me mad to the point where I felt like I had to do things to prove my love for him. Or maybe, he was intending to do this. To make me look like I'm crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm only crazy for him.
Now Let's get to the point you want to hear. He had raised his voice at me because I had told him that I robbed an old lady for a ring to give to him. Like, what the fuck bro? I did this for you and you disrespect my love? Anyway, then I told him it was all for him and only him. I told him he needed to understand my love or it's over. And he straight up told me "Then it's over. You're crazy." And started walking to the door. Now, You see, I couldn't just let my boyfriend just leave. I mean I was joking. We were meant to be. So in order to keep him in the house with me, I swung a pan over his head and knocked him out cold. There, I had done it. I had him stuck there with me. Then I dragged him over to the couch and put on a movie.
He had awoken an hour into the movie. I was sitting next to him, putting my hair into a ponytail. Then, this guy had the nerves to tell me, " You're fucking crazy! What the fuck is wrong with you?" At this point I was about fed up with him not understanding my love. So that's what I told him. And his reply was something along the lines of " Fuck your love. It's not even love." Those words broke me. It wasn't love? Everything I did for you. All the marks on my body, Weren't love to you? That's when I knew, He had to be silenced. That's when I went and grabbed the hunting knife from the kitchen, and slid it across his throat. A thin line of blood had formed and started running down his chest, and into his lap. He started shaking rapidly side to side, but I held him down with all my strength until he stopped. I looked him in the eyes and put my hand on his chest by his heart. It was stopped, The only noise being the blood dripping onto my couch and onto the floor. And that's when I knew, I had lost him. No, no, no. My only love is gone forever now. I kissed his cold lips for the last time before I-.
"The murderer is assumed to have been stabbed and bled out before she was able to finish writing her sentence." Deputy Earl wrote in his notebook, given to him by his best friend, Robert. But there was one more thing that stuck out to Earl in the letter that he had just read. There was a picture of a plastic bag with a smiley face drawn on the front.