Tina Landon
A pink dress, a bracelet, an expensive diamond ring… These are the things he bought me. To make me feel sorry for him and stay with him, he is nothing more than a stupid excuse of a husband. He wants me to wear these things to his big work party, it’s what he wants…Not what I want.
You look, beautiful love.” He says as he moves a strand of brown hair from my face, and softly kisses my neck. I hate this. “Thank you.” I tell him, not meaning anything. “Are you still mad at me?” He calmly asks, as if he had never touched all those other women’s bodies. Touching them the way he’s supposed to touch his wife. Not them. “Of course not.” I say as I turn to face him. The man that took my life away, god I want to hurt him…Badly. “If you say so…” He says as he quickly checks himself in the mirror, he really is a hideous creature under all the chiseled chin and dimples. “Ready to go?” He asks as if I haven’t been sitting in front of the mirror for hours doing nothing but brushing my hair. “Yes, dear,” I reply. I keep my answers short, if I decide to say more, I can get into a lot of trouble.
We arrive. He exits the car, and I follow him close behind. I don’t pay attention to anything said or done. The only thing I pay attention to is when I’m introduced to his boss. I give him a smile and a handshake. I’ve mastered the effect of a fake smile. They keep talking. I’m bored, so I decide to roam the halls of this manor. Looking at the paintings of the ancestors who too once roamed these halls. I look out of a window, taking sight of the backyard. I see what must be the gardener chopping wood with a mighty axe. I’ve always had an interest in sharp objects, especially axes. Oh, the thoughts I’ve had of using an axe, the best way to torture my husband.
With the axe in my hand, I would walk up to him in front of everyone. I would swing at his shoulder. And see blood slowly trickling down the axe and onto the floor, he would scream. That would be my favorite part, hearing him scream in pain, something that he would cause me to do too many times to remember. I rip the axe out of his shoulder and swing at his leg. He screams, even more, crying at this point with blood being drained from his body. No one would do anything, they would simply stand and stare. Too stunned to do anything. “Why are you doing this?!” He screams at me, I kneel down decide him and press my finger into his leg, and more of his screams would fill up the room. I bring my finger up to my mouth and simply lick it. Being able to taste his blood, seeing and hearing him scream in pain brings me so much joy. “Because dear… Why should I be the only one to feel pain?” I say as I swing at his neck. One powerful swing that took the ego off his shoulders. Screams. Not from him but from all the guests. Screaming to try and escape death. I walk to the window from where I once looked out to the axe, I see myself in the reflection. Smiling. Really smiling. For the first time since I was a child.
Dear?” He asks me, I turn around and see him. Alive. It was my imagination. “What are you smiling about?” He asks as I feel the smile fade away. “Nothing, just…thinking,” I say as I walk with him back to where all the people are.
This was Tina Landon’s last diary entry before she was sent to prison.
