The Journal of Aka Satan

FROM CHAPTER 1

         People say I destoryed this city. They ask me how can I live with myself, how could I look at myself in the mirror? They believe I did everything I have been accused of, with the help of three others. It's not true although I know whom they speak of. 

FROM CHAPTER 4

SEPT. 25, 1999      

            My first child's due date is within the next two weeks but I'm still not sure if I'm going to be a father. Reese told me about a problem our daughter is having. I didn't really want to hear details about my daughter struggling to live, I just wanted Reese to get to the point. "What I'm trying to say to you is that the baby might die either before I can deliver her, or while I'm delivering her. Do you understand me now?" She asked frustrated with me. I didn't know what to say. The news knocked the wind out of me. It made me feel like a sniper without ammo, I could only watch. I didn't say anything; I Just went into the other room and closed the door. I felt powerless knowing I couldn't stop whatever it is that is threatening my daughter's life. No matter how bad I felt, I knew Reese felt worst. I could go out and drink to try to take it off my mind a little bit. She can't drink and no matter where she goes she can't get away from her belly.

FROM CHAPTER 6           

            I pulled my gun from my belt and jammed it in his face. He yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?" He acted as if I had gone crazy and started talking about all the laughs we shared. When he realized I was really going to put his brains on the stones behind him he called Reese a slut. I thought he said it to show me he wasn't scared. He didn't beg for his life at all. He started telling me the reason why B followed him the way he did. "B ain't scared of me, he's scared of you. B fucked Reese and didn't want you to know about it. Since I was the only person that knew, I black mailed him and treated him like a personal slave." He still wasn't finished talking.

FROM CHAPTER 11

            The entire time all I could hear was the sounds of sceams and gunfire. It was the sound of war, the sound of murder. That's When I realized why they called me Satan. The innocent was dying because of my decision. 

FROM CHAPTER 12

            I called Nick and asked her if I could stay at her house for another night. She welcomed me with open arms. When I parked in front of her home I started to giggle. I wondered what would she be wearing. I wondered if she had lit candles everywhere with a meal on the table. She opened the door the moment I stepped onto the porch. I was shocked that I made it from the door to the couch without her trying to hug me. She locked the door and went into her room. When I called her all I needed was a place to sleep. I really didn't feel like being bothered. Then when she went into her room I was missing the attention, I felt lonely sitting in her dark living room. I went into her bedroom and asked if I could lay with her. She told me to do what ever I wanted.