Murder He Wrote (Part 3)

Murder He Wrote (Part 3)

I grab some scrubs out the looker room. She’s in the ER patiently waiting for patients I’m pacing cuz her life I’m soon to take it. What should I do HA! I got it. Plastic surgery. Use these medical tools and rearrange her permanently. Convinced of an emergency in room one twelve, Little does she know, she will be the one needing help. I wait behind curtains. As she enters the room confused. She approaches the bed. Then… BOOM! I ATTACK! Tying her down with straps. Time to start fixing her up… No anesthesia or shot to numb the pain. She screams out “YOU’RE CRAZY!” NOO BITCH I’M INSANE… NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME CUT YOU… How… About… A… New… Nose…? SNIP! OL well wont need that anymore… Lets see how bout some Botox to the lips that should be a trip. A 100 milliliter needle. Lips like Angelina…How bout a new heart. Damn look how fast it’s beating… She stops breathing… UP! Guess her lungs she won’t be needing…she wont stop bleeding. Where’s the gauzes and other bandages…GOT UM! I’ll clean her up. Then leave her there to collect dust… The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Diana (lighting strikes again)

He arrived to Atlanta early

His family was at the station. 

His cousin Mitch rushed him in a hurry…

“Oh my god! Did you hear the news?”

“Diana was just killed by some loon that snapped at the hospital.”

“She died from several stab wounds…”

The author replied… what a way to kill the mood. Hello to you too…

Mitch replied, “sorry cuz just wanted you to know.”

The author replied with that look in his eye like… Yea I know.

Speaking of which, Cousin Mitch is walking a tight rope. 

Let’s hope he doesn’t end up in a note…

The author wrote…

With a normal pen,

Note to self…

Keep an eye on Mitch…

That he did…

Like a hawk’s eye on a small rodent.

See Mitch is a bit nosey

And the author knows it…

And it has been like that since they were kids…

Anyway they get to the crib and the author is a bit… tired, but he had to speak to his family.

Aunts and uncles

Cousins and their children.

All wanted to know how he was doing…

It’s been almost five years since they seen him.

He told them he’s been good just writing a lot.

And that he’s working on a new book titled “Diary of a Serial Killer”

Mitch said, ‘Let me see what you have so far”

The author said if I let you read this I might have to kill ya…

Started laughing

But he was serious…

Mitch thought to himself, “I’ll just wait till he falls asleep”

Later on that night he did indeed…

Found the authors notebook and began to read…

He was intrigued…

Noticed the names and how they seemed so familiar…

Especially Diane 

She did die today…

Almost the same way…

But he’s not smart enough to put two and two together.

He just thought of it as clever…

He said to himself “that’s it?”

He was a lil disappointed

Not knowing that the author wasn’t finished or his intentions…

THEN…!

Mitch found THE PEN!

Mitch is also a writer

A heck of a poet actually…

So he pulled out his notebook and decided to write a poem for this woman he likes…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Tracy (lightning strikes)

To Be Continued…

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