Dear Diary

Dear Diary

At 3:04, she was in the garden helping her mom,
picking daffodils.
I drove by,
observing.
I smiled, she didn't.

At 3:15, I drove by again.
She was in her driveway,
trying her best to keep a hula hoop spinning
around her slender waist.
It hit the ground, I laughed,
then smiled again.
She picked up her toy to try once more,
not bothering to glance at me.
I sped up.

At 6:17, she was in the park,
riding on one of the swings,
kicking her legs as she went back and forth.
I sat down on a hard oak bench,
watching her movements.

At 6:30, she got off the swing
and headed home.
I stood up,
and glanced around to see if she was alone,
she was.
I started to follow her.

On old Miller's Road,
I could hear her feet shuffling against the graveled ground
as I followed her.
I stayed in the grass to quiet my foot steps.

After a moment, I started to walk faster,
moving closer to her,
so I could hear her soft small breathes
as she inhaled and exhaled.
I was now on the gravel too.

She stopped, hearing my foot steps.
She started to turn her head,
and that's when I grabbed her.
She cried out in muffled surprise,
my hand clamped over her mouth.
She tried to speak,
to ask me something,
I told her to shut up.
Her body tensed.

I took a knife out of my pocket,
and lifted the blade to her throat.
She cried out into my hand,
as I held the steel lightly against her flesh.

She started to struggle,
trying to get away.
I slowly pressed the knife against her throat,
slicing deeply.
One of her small hands clawed at me,
then grew weak.

Her life covered my hands,
it felt wet and warm.
I held her in my arms for a moment,
then gently set her down
on her stomach.

I knelt down next to her,
turning her over onto her back.
Little pieces of gravel
were stuck to her face.
I picked them off one by one
as she gurgled and choked.

She was starting to get quiet.
I smiled looking into her eyes,
and for once she looked back at me.

Suddenly she was quiet,
staring up at me glossy eyed.
I leaned down,
brushing my lips against her's,
giving her a kiss.

I pressed my fingers against the corners of her mouth,
curling her lips up,
and she finally showed me her smile, at 6:49.