I hated the Gregory family. All of them. Louise, Harry and especially Mary Jane Kelly. How dare they be happy when they caused my lover to die? I may have been the one to end him but they had driven his life to misery and has sent him into a downward spiral of insanity. I would kill them - their whole family; I would even end the girl's suitor and his friend. But how? That was the question. For now I would continue to worm my way into their inner circle - attend dinners, be nice, smile - do all of the things that I had to do...but never truly lose myself or my motives. As I walked to my room at the pub that night  I thought about how time had passed; today was the anniversary of his murder - the one that I had committed. Ten years. It had been a long time. Long enough to finally end what his brother had started and that he had continued.
When I returned to my room it was just as I had left it: bed neatly made as if never touched, curtains drawn to shut out the world, belongings hidden as if I had never even existed in the room - it made for an easy get away. It frustrated me that I could not think of a way to finish that family and yet my frustration made it harder to think of a solution. Instead I decided to forget it all just for that one night where, like I had on this night for the past ten years, I would lay in my bed remembering my lover. For the rest of the night I soaked my pillow in my sad tears that spilt much like his blood had the night I murdered him...