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Gerard's Journal Entry #1
I never thought he'd cross my path again. Never ever ever again. But he did. He did. He did.
I should probably explain why I do these things.
When I was 10, I had a little brother. Mikey. One day, I was walking home from the park with him. A man dressed all in black came and took him and me. We were taken to a big mansion. They ruined my Mikey, they killed him, they did evil things to him. First, they tied him down. They tied him down good and then.. then they did bad things to him. Really bad things. Mikey was screaming and crying and I couldn't help because they were doing bad things to me too. They held me and stroked my hair and said it wouldn't hurt. But it did. Mikey's mousy brown hair was matted with sweat and his glasses were broken and on the floor. They, the evil men in white suits and odd masks, raped me and my little brother. Then, they took a surgical knife and made small cuts all over his pale body. Blood on the floor. There was lots of blood on the floor.
They called him "their little doll" and me "the thing". I was The Thing. Not even Gerard or Geebear, like Mikey called me. Then, after they finished making him bleed, they took him into a room. And made me watch. They held a gun to his forehead. They painted the walls with his brains. And I couldn't do a fucking thing about it and I hate it.
I hate the fact that I couldn't do anything to help him.
So when I was 13, that's when it started. I started with a cute girl. That was when Ben and Nate first met me. They were best friends. And they made friends with me. I was the kid in the corner, writing and singing quietly. And they sat down and talked to me and made me laugh for the first time in such a long long long time. The others kicked me and punched me and called me horrid names that stuck to my brain like paper and glue. They got it too, Ben and Nate. So one day we ran away. I found a big, empty old castle and we loved it there. We slowly moved our stuff. I lived in an orphanage, and they just left their houses. Like I said, I started with a pretty little girl, her name was Chloe. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and tanned skin. I didn't do anything like they did to me, I just used her as a doll. To inflict pain on other people. I painted her and made her perfect. I changed her tan to porcelain skin and her eyes to big and glassy. Then I let her go up to Heaven. Then I realized I liked boys better than girls. And so I got older, and older, and I dyed my hair and cut it. It used to be long and black but now it is short and white-blonde. It makes me seem more threatening, more of a killer.
And now, I kill.
I used to just kidnap my victim's friends and family. Now I kill them. But I never do it in the same way twice in a row, because them they'll suspect me or Ben. Nate only gets vicious when me or Ben are threatened. And one day, Rosie came. Her real name is Rose. But I call her Rosie. She made a doll for me. A small doll. She was good at making them so I decided to let her live. Then she revealed the secrets behind the doll. If she made it to look precisely like a specific person, it became a sort of camera. She would leave the dolls so that the person could find it, and since they're so wonderful, they'd keep them. Then, we can see through the little doll's eyes.
And so for years, I've been doing this. Picking a pretty person. Having Rosie make a doll. Learning who their family and friends are so we can kidnap and kill them. And after all these years, we've never been caught. Once. We're careful about how much evidence we leave behind.
I like to draw things too. I draw my memories. So of course there is a drawing of Mikey's brains being spattered against a wall. It hurt to draw that one.
Now whoever reads this knows what goes on inside my psychotic mind. Because I am insane. That's what the people in the white building said.
They said I was insane. Then I murdered them.
I don't like insults.
At all.
-Gerard.
I never thought he'd cross my path again. Never ever ever again. But he did. He did. He did.
I should probably explain why I do these things.
When I was 10, I had a little brother. Mikey. One day, I was walking home from the park with him. A man dressed all in black came and took him and me. We were taken to a big mansion. They ruined my Mikey, they killed him, they did evil things to him. First, they tied him down. They tied him down good and then.. then they did bad things to him. Really bad things. Mikey was screaming and crying and I couldn't help because they were doing bad things to me too. They held me and stroked my hair and said it wouldn't hurt. But it did. Mikey's mousy brown hair was matted with sweat and his glasses were broken and on the floor. They, the evil men in white suits and odd masks, raped me and my little brother. Then, they took a surgical knife and made small cuts all over his pale body. Blood on the floor. There was lots of blood on the floor.
They called him "their little doll" and me "the thing". I was The Thing. Not even Gerard or Geebear, like Mikey called me. Then, after they finished making him bleed, they took him into a room. And made me watch. They held a gun to his forehead. They painted the walls with his brains. And I couldn't do a fucking thing about it and I hate it.
I hate the fact that I couldn't do anything to help him.
So when I was 13, that's when it started. I started with a cute girl. That was when Ben and Nate first met me. They were best friends. And they made friends with me. I was the kid in the corner, writing and singing quietly. And they sat down and talked to me and made me laugh for the first time in such a long long long time. The others kicked me and punched me and called me horrid names that stuck to my brain like paper and glue. They got it too, Ben and Nate. So one day we ran away. I found a big, empty old castle and we loved it there. We slowly moved our stuff. I lived in an orphanage, and they just left their houses. Like I said, I started with a pretty little girl, her name was Chloe. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and tanned skin. I didn't do anything like they did to me, I just used her as a doll. To inflict pain on other people. I painted her and made her perfect. I changed her tan to porcelain skin and her eyes to big and glassy. Then I let her go up to Heaven. Then I realized I liked boys better than girls. And so I got older, and older, and I dyed my hair and cut it. It used to be long and black but now it is short and white-blonde. It makes me seem more threatening, more of a killer.
And now, I kill.
I used to just kidnap my victim's friends and family. Now I kill them. But I never do it in the same way twice in a row, because them they'll suspect me or Ben. Nate only gets vicious when me or Ben are threatened. And one day, Rosie came. Her real name is Rose. But I call her Rosie. She made a doll for me. A small doll. She was good at making them so I decided to let her live. Then she revealed the secrets behind the doll. If she made it to look precisely like a specific person, it became a sort of camera. She would leave the dolls so that the person could find it, and since they're so wonderful, they'd keep them. Then, we can see through the little doll's eyes.
And so for years, I've been doing this. Picking a pretty person. Having Rosie make a doll. Learning who their family and friends are so we can kidnap and kill them. And after all these years, we've never been caught. Once. We're careful about how much evidence we leave behind.
I like to draw things too. I draw my memories. So of course there is a drawing of Mikey's brains being spattered against a wall. It hurt to draw that one.
Now whoever reads this knows what goes on inside my psychotic mind. Because I am insane. That's what the people in the white building said.
They said I was insane. Then I murdered them.
I don't like insults.
At all.
-Gerard.
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