My heart ached. I felt so alone and confused. The one person who got me. I had to do it: I had to leave them. It was far too dangerous with every man, women and child knowing my name. I had to leave him; I had to... Didn't I or was this whole thing a massive mistake? Would he understand or would he think of me as a murderer just like the others? No, he wouldn't and that is why I had to go. I picked up my bag and started to make the long journey to make my mark. I finally arrived at the church and lingered outside wondering if it would be better at night. I decided it was so I sat down and before I could even take off my bag I fell asleep. I woke up in the darkness of the night. I took out my camera and started to record. ” I want to let you know that I am innocent and this is why I have to do this. I have been wrongly accused of murder. And because of that, I have realised everyone goes bad and if they don't they die first. So that's what is happening I will never be evil I will die first and sacrifice myself for you so you no longer have to live in fear. Goodbye.” My hands were shaking as I still holding the camera climbed onto the cross and tied my waist to it. Then I got out a stake and drove it through my heart. For a moment everything stayed the same. Then it was black. Black like a cloak. Black like the night sky. Black like ink. Black like light never existed. Then nothing. I could feel nothing but I could still think until...