1st NOVEMBER

Hello Diary,

I've been watching her again. I just couldnt help myself. Shes so beautiful! The curves of her body, the fullness of her lips, the depth of her eyes Shes the angel I dream about, Diary! The missing piece sent to me I must speak to her. I just pray she wont end up like the others. Do you think so, Diary? I know, I know, they were disappointing. But I have a feeling this one wont be. At least, I really hope not.

Don't say that, Diary! I wont let her go. I think Ive found out when she comes on the most. She comes mostly at the morning and evening hours. Well, Ive already formed a plan. I'll go on, and ask her a simple question. Then Ill strike up a conversation with her. Ill find out more about her. And if that doesn't work Then I'll just watch her some more.

I know that! I know Im not supposed to watch people. But shes a living angel This is the last, I promise, Diary.

I promise

4th NOVEMBER

Hello Diary,

Well, it didnt work. I went on, and waited. And waited. I waited for five hours, and she didnt show up! I hate it when things dont go according to my plan. I get very angry. I got home and immediately locked myself in my workshop. Let me tell you, my project was screaming today. I was trying to do some stitching, but I was very frustrated, and I had to rip out almost as many stitches as I put in. In the end I gave up.

Don't call me stupid! You know I don't like that! Thats what Mother used to call me. You know how mad Mother made me

Im not stupid, and Im going to find that girl. I can't just let her go, I need her to finish it

8th NOVEMBER

Hello Diary,

I did it! I found her! I walked into the flirt room, and there she was, giggling with her friends! Her back was turned, but I knew it was her, by her long flowing hair. She turned around and I almost ruined everything there and then. Her beauty had me transfixed. But I got over myself and followed the plan to a T. I used the phone, not really calling anyone, and then struck up a conversation with her. I found out her name is Williany, and she's been a member on spin for a few years now. She even told me wear she lives, and that her family are away for a holiday! Now all I need to do is follow her there and persuade her to become my new masterpiece. Of course, I'll spare the details. Not many girls are interested in my art once they find out what it entails. But by then, its too late. It's a shame none of them can appreciate what I create I hope williany is able to appreciate it.

10th NOVEMBER
Hello Diary,

Im sorry I wasnt present yesterday. A lot happened. Allow me to divulge you.

I hid by the restaurant today. I waited for five hours, thirty-six minutes before Williany showed up. When she left, I followed her , keeping twenty feet behind her. Following her was so easy; she never once looked around, Diary. I broke off my pursuit when she entered her garden - I carried on walking till I managed to find the back door to her house. I slowly picked the lock and let myself in. I hid behind the door in the kitchen and waited for her to come in. I waited for seventy-four minutes before williany entered, and I grabbed her roughly from behind, expertly placing my hand over her mouth. I must say, I'm getting good at this. I guess practice does make perfect, Diary.
I injected her with enough morphine to render her unconscious, put her body into a large burlap sack I found in her kitchen, and carried her home on my shoulder. I know it was an awful thing to do, and so indignant to my angel, but I apologised. I really did!
She was very angry when we got home, and she tried to leave me. I dont know why, I only showed her my work-in-progress. I don't think she liked it, Diary. She kept trying to run away, and I had to cut her Achilles Heel to stop her.

Oh, excuse me, williany is starting to stir again.

Thats better. Her screams were starting to get on my nerves. So I silenced her. She had such a pretty tongue, dont you agree? I think its worthy of a trophy but back to my story.

Shes now a little tied up in our basement, but I must say, for an angel, her manners arent very heavenly. She wont stay awake when I try to share a conversation with her, and when she does wake up, she shivers an awful lot. I think shed like some clothes, but I keep saying to her, clothes only cover the true art beneath. She is always struggling, and I think she wants to go home. And most unbearable of all, she keeps spitting blood everywhere. Shes making our house look unpresentable, Diary. But its ok, because soon shell be able to make it look all better again, when shes part of my masterpiece. Shell help the others to make it look nice, youll see. I mean, this part of her can go here, next to this skin, and her tongue I think it will look nice placed next to this lock of hair. Im slowly planning it all out, and I know it will be the prettiest thing in our house.

Well, Diary, Im going to complete our picture, our art. williany is very excited, I can tell. I think she cant wait to get started.

Neither can I.