Denmark was my comfort zone. 

The heat that once soared above the earth's crust in Denmark had given way to cold breeze that swept the ears of every human who stepped out of their homes. 

Slippers, swim suits, tank tops, free pants were abandoned and leather jackets, boots and knitted wears got quite popular in the time of fallen leaves and common cold.

I moved into the house where I had felt luxury for years too far away to remember. 

The prestigious home of the Taylors. 

It was a great mansion to behold although, it was not white as the great building I once lived in two months ago. 

That's right. It had been two months since I ran away from the home of Wesley Stark. I was saddened by this situation but my safety had to be considered a first option.

My father's house was an artistic scene of cream, peach and a dash of gold edges surrounding diamond tips at hidden corners. It was a cornucopia of architectural amazement displayed in a shuffled organization.

There was no end to the beautified touches of royalty from small corridors to vast spaces.

It also had a garden of its own. A garden I started to hate, since it had my worst enemies. Roses. Red roses. 

The moment I moved to Denmark I set the helpless flowers ablaze.

Besides waking, eating and waiting around for the Crucifer to get me I found a job. 

I worked as a sales girl in one of the clothing shops in a mall not so far from my home. I refused to mingle with other sales girls. They were too chatty and I often had communication problems with customers. They asked too much questions. 

It was not my fault that my view of the outside world was totally ominous. I had given up on humans. I wanted to be an island. 

With that sad thought, I got fired and turned to a life of online jobs. Sit-only jobs from home were the best for me if I wanted to survive without attachments or bonds with humans. After all, if Wesley Stark could betray me anyone could.

During my years of luxury I had a lot of friends and so did my parents. Everyone knows, that success and wealth can be very attractive. 

Well, that whole chain of family and friends was broken the moment my mother got a permanent taste of the other side. 

During her funeral, the house was crowded by uninvited guest I had never seen before. A few days after the darkened event, it was my father and I alone in the large building.

I often wondered why my father had such a great mansion when the only family he had were my mother and I. Well, I could never find out since he had followed mother to the other side, earlier than I thought.

Luxury years were gone and I became the only soul in our huge mansion.

During my peaceful stay in Denmark, I received endless voice messages and texts from Wesley Stark. 

On my phone, right after the beep, his voice was all I heard from the other end. 

I wanted him far away from me but I missed him so much. I became afraid of him but I missed his touch more than ever. I never wanted to see him but I wished I could see his face somehow. I hated him more than I hated roses but he was the one I loved the most in the world. 

After a few weeks of my escape from Los Angeles, I finally understood the reason for the chain of corpses that had been around me. It was obsession.

Wesley Stark was definitely obsessed with me. The bloody murderer claimed otherwise in the messages he left. The excuses he gave in the voice messages continued. They were endless, annoying and yet comforting.

"Ray...I'm sorry about the stuff you saw in my study...I should've told you about it...I'm not the killer, I'll never hurt you or anyone you love...I just wanted...I'm not that kind of person Ray...Hey Ray it's Wes when you get this message please call me back...".

I did not understand why a part of me prayed each day to hear Wes' voice through his messages. I did not understand why I felt a bit of excitement whenever I heard his voice. I was supposed to hate him. I was supposed to change my number. 

After a while, it all made sense. The little time I had spent in Denmark had made me a crazy person.

For the first few weeks, I lived on junks and baked stuff. I ordered everything I wanted online.

I locked myself indoors for fear of the Crucifier getting a hold of me. The segregation between the outside world and me had made Wes' voice the only thing that gave me a feel of human contact. I had really lost it.

My insanity became worse after I had decided to investigate 'The Crucifier' case using my own instincts and perceptions. 

I became an investigator to no one but me and tried hard to detect links which the previous murders had with Wes. After a few tackles in my brain and schemes through an outline of preceding dates and times, I finally figured it out.

Wesley was always absent at events which led to every murder! 

He was never there for prom, Mark's birthday party...He also hated Nathan, but Jamie? He might have been covering his tracks when he killed Jamie. 

Still, Wesley was the killer and I was sure of it. 

But why? Obsession? That was just imprudent.

 All those years I was in love with him and the only way he could express the same feeling to me was by ending the lives of my family and friends?

It was all too confusing to think of. At that moment I hated him, still in a few seconds I felt pity for him and hated myself for not telling him about my feelings. Maybe if I had told him how I felt, the murders would have stopped.

Calls never stopped the moment I left Los Angeles. 

Besides Wesley Stark, I also got calls from Tina and Mrs Beckley. Those were others I loved and every night I got on my knees and prayed for their safety. 

I trusted them but for an unknown reason I refused to tell them about my whereabouts.

I truly hoped they were safe. Safe from that snake; Wesley Stark.

One night for no good reason I picked up Wes' call. 

He sounded weak and very gloomy. I had never heard him talk in such manner before. It was worse than the sadness I could feel from his voice messages. The pitch of his voice seemed like someone close to death. 

My heart tried to pave a way for pity but I fought back. It was all an act. It had to be an act; after all he was able to pretend for the past six years.

I was sure he was up to no good when he called me that night.

"Hello? Wes?"

There was silence for a while until the voice that once soothed my soul spoke calmly.

"Ray. I'm glad you decided to pick up the phone. I know you're really mad at me but please don't hang up until I'm done. Please, just hear me out this once then you can make whatever decision you want freely. I'll be out of your way. Just listen for now. " He said.

"Fine!!" I replied. I was never going to drop that call. I could not drop the call. It gave my heart a strange leap of joy.

"I would never hurt you Ray or any one for that matter. You're a smart girl and I know you derived your hypothesis from everything you found in my study. You won't believe what I'm about to say but those guns, daggers... they're a collection I got from Mr Conner and a few auctions to help me with the case. I didn't know much about the murderer but I had to know every detail...His killings...I had to know the pattern the Crucifier followed. The roses are also under the same excuse. But just so you'll know my mother had that agro-house before she died. I know it's strange that it's nothing but roses, but they were her favourite. I knew you won't believe me and I had to hide it all from you. I mean think about it Ray, why would I kill you? If I wanted to, I would have killed you ever since and you know that. I would have killed you while you lived in my house..."

I fought back.

"Well I'll just say you're an obsessed fool just like any other blood-hungry psycho out there. I hate you Wesley and nothing you say makes any sense to me. I never want to see your god damned face again! I'll never believe anything you'll say! So save it! "

Irrespective of my whining, Wes kept his cool and continued calmly which hurt me.

"Ray I already said you won't believe me and the truth is I don't blame you for that. I just thought you'd trust me more than this...Well I'm sorry you don't believe me...because I'll never hurt you Ray...You know why? I'll never do anything to hurt you...because...because...I".

"Because what Wes?!! Because you want to keep me as your pet or sex toy?! Because everyone around me seemed to stop you from having a healthy relationship with me? Oh! Or is it high school? Is it that you hated Mark and you're trying to get vengeance? Because you need a physical result of your victory over Nathan? Or because you need a kid from my father's linage?!! Answer me Wesley Stark!!Just say the truth and stop making up lies!" I screamed at the top of my voice. I was sure glasses would have cracked at a higher pitch.

My heart was burnt up at every corner and I felt my chest cavity explode in pain.

Wes screamed back but made out words I could not believe.

"The reason I could never hurt you Ray is because I...I...I love you Ramona! I know you'll have doubts. I'm sure you don't believe me. But that's the truth and it still is. I love you."

At that beautiful moment, there was a rage that evolved within my heart. The thick muscles that guarded the beating organ within my chest cavity were drenched in a haul between fire and ice.

For the first few seconds I felt like a bird given more than just wings for an incredible flight. I had waited for years and years. I had exercised patience to hear those words flow out of Wesley Stark's lips. 

While my girly heart panted with enthusiasm, the hurt demon in my soul made out words that were quite different from what I truly felt.

I pressed the phone against my cheeks and tears, hot tears rolled down the cords of the phone. I bit my lips so hard I thought its inner tissues were exposed.

"Hello? Ray? You there? Ray? Look Ray I'm sorry if you're..."

I just wanted Wes to shut up. He never said that before. He always treated me like a damsel in distress and in a few days, he loves me? 

His voice led to the rise of invisible cracks in my ears. I was not ready to listen to any more. I had to shut him up. It was too much. First deceit and now this? I could not take anymore.

"Wes!!Just shut the hell up okay?! You've got guts,  you know that right? I mean what is wrong with you?! First you introduce yourself to me in high school, you insist on becoming friends with me, I accept like the fool I always am, and then you killed my father and others around me for no reason. I find out and while, I'm trying to make out a new life for myself, you pounce up from nowhere..."

"How many times do I have to tell you Ramona, I didn't kill your father or anyone at all. If I wanted to get to you right now, it'd be easy for me and you know that! I'm not that kind of person Ray...I'll never..."

"Shut up Wesley Stark! Please shut up! You have no right to tell me you love me after everything you've done! And don't you play innocent with me Stark. I followed you around that police department for over two years and every single evidence points to you!!" I screamed.

"Of course it points to me Ramona, the evidence WAS with me. I got them from Mr Conner or don't you get it..."

"I get it Wes. I get it! I've been head over heels for you since only God knows when and now you noticed, you decided to use it against me, by telling me you love me. Great work Stark. You know, I always thought you were stupidly kind. Well now I know you're just a heartless bastard..."

"Ray...I didn't know...You love me? I just...I"

"Wesley Stark I hate you more than I ever did! I don't care if you can find me or not, but I hope you're dead before you do. I never want to hear from you again. I don't even want to see you again. Please Wes, please don't ever call this number. Stay away from my life and if you ever find me I promise to fight you, with whatever I can until my last breath. I don't want you in my life anymore. Good bye!"

I hung up and threw the stupid communication device after I had disconnected its wired system.

I wept for days and tried to find my way back to the drawing board. 

I made excuses for Wes. I sought desperately for the existence of other suspects but nothing worked. It was obvious and I had acknowledged the fact myself. 

Wesley Stark was the mystery killer. He was indeed the 'Crucifier'.