Jamies Journal by Dennis H. Gordon (highly illogical behavior .txt) 📕
Sometimes the darkness wins. Witness a young womans final days in her own words as her world slowly comes apart around her and her dreams abruptly become a nightmare.
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her fault and I forgave her later. I think she understood and in her heart she still cared and I should know, I
eventually got to see it.
I really did want to keep her jaw bone, but I don’t really have a place to keep it. But just like the others she
wanted to give me something to remember her by and then told me she loved me. She had a beautiful
necklace with the Chinese symbol for love engraved on it. I believe she was trying to tell me something with
it. I gently removed it with all care not to disturb her as she had this look of serenity and peace that I had
worked so hard to give her. That’s when I removed her jaw bone. She convinced me that it was more
practical to keep the necklace rather than her jawbone and she was right of coarse. I had made the
argument that the mandible was more personal and a better representation of the intimate time we had
shared. But she insisted. I know what your thinking “She was dead” right? It was implied. I wanted to be an
adult about the whole thing and so I told her I was sorry for losing my temper. She understood and I really
believe that deep down she still cared.
Feb 3rd Monday 1997
I know this one is a little young. I think she’s sixteen. She graduated high school early and came here with a
heart full of hope and a head full of dreams. It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. I know the story, I’ve
seen it before. Parents that can’t stand quitters or losers, driving her since the day she was born, she was
never allowed to have a childhood, the type of people who drive their kids until they succeed or until the
child breaks. Bastards. Maybe I’ll pay them a visit when I get the time. Once I’m free for good I’ll have
nothing but time. If any of them ever needed me it's this one. I think she’s going to wake up soon so I
have to go for now but I’ll be back…..I’m back. Miss me? I know, I miss myself when I’m gone. I took my
time tonight and I think she appreciated it. She knew she was special to me. I’m probably the only person
who appreciated her for her body instead of her mind. Although I was interested in her mind too.....Well,
not so much her mind as her brain.
I wanted to try something new this time so I slowly removed her face in one piece using my brand new
scalpel. I knew I could do it because I had once skinned a dog when I was nine. This was a little different
though, the facial skin of a young girl is a little more delicate than a dog, plus the dog wasn’t moving around
and fighting me. Unfortunately the duct tape came off with her face and her screams almost ruptured my
eardrums. I tried another piece of tape, but it just wouldn’t stick. I ended up having to cut her hair off and
stuff it in her mouth. I cut her fingers open and pulled the bones out, but I was disappointed. It’s so hard
to read a persons expressions when they don’t have a face. I didn’t think it through, I should have removed
her face last, but I didn’t let it spoil my mood. In spite of the condition she was in when I was done I think
she could sense that our time together was drawing to a close. I think she even welcomed it. I probably
would too if I had a life like hers. Poor girl I almost felt sorry for her as I slid the syringe tip into her neck and
filled her veins with air. It was a beautiful death. She should be proud. I know I am proud for us both.
Feb 7th Friday 1997
Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been four days since my last murder..... HA! I'm just kidding. I'm
not Catholic. Tonight was a bit different, tonight I was engaged in conversation with my guest. She
managed to remove the tape on her mouth and I was shocked at her first words to me. She did not start
blubbering and pleading or saying “please don’t hurt me.” She simply said "My name is Kathryn.” Her voice
seemed so calm and smooth, free from uncertainty or fear. I must say it impressed me. I like a woman with
composure. It shows a certain inner strength and discipline. I had to be honest with myself, if it weren’t for
that whole pesky living witness thing I would have let her go. She was such a delightful conversationalist,
very eloquent and sophisticated. A real lady through and through. If I were one of the pathetic people
mired down in the cesspool of sexuality and love she would definitely be at the top of my dating list.
I liked her so much I did the only thing I could, I allowed her to believe that I was going to release her and
then drove a claw hammer through the top of her skull so that she never saw it coming and she didn’t feel
a thing. I owed her that much at least. And true to her personality she was very grateful and thanked me
cordially during the dismemberment process.
Love Justin
The Federal Bureau of Investigation, in exchange for their cooperation with this journalistic investigation,
requested that we include a statement by Charles M. Culver deputy director of field operations in Atlanta
Georgia. The statement reads as follows. “ We wish for the public to know that we pursued all legitimate
leads and exhausted all possible avenues of investigation before reducing the priority of this case to a cold
status. Every effort was taken to recover the body of Jamie Lee Collins. Any leads related to unusual entries
in the recovered journals were dismissed as a result of their nature or their origins. No evidence was ever
recovered to support certain entries of the recovered journals or to further the investigation.” Jamie’s fate
remains unknown.
Writers Note: No known suspect or person of interest connected to this case had ever been reported to
have had the name Justin. An investigation revealed that Jamie's mother had been missing and was
presumed to be secretly in an alcohol rehabilitation facility for several months during the time that this was
written and it is unknown if anyone had ever made an attempt on her life. She could not be reached for
comment and at this time remains unavailable.
Imprint
Text: Dennis Hackler
Images: Open
Editing: Dennis Hackler
Publication Date: 03-31-2011
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
This work is dedicated to Nicole. You are my light in dark places.
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