Till death do us part

December 23, 1908
Cape Cod, New England
 Dear reader,
Just days before Christmas and I was sitting in a puddle of my beloveds blood. Let me begin to explain how this all begun. It started the summer of 1898, I've known my precious Annabelle for ten beautiful years.  I even had the honor of marrying her, August 1st, 1903. Best day of my entire being but this isn't about our happy life but our happy ending.
 It was a cold, windy Wednesday morning. Annabelle had heard about this new water rafting thing everybody was trying. Of course we had to try it, because she had always been so daredevil like, which had always excited me for some odd reason. We had just sat in the boat staring at each other, not a word came out of either of our mouths. All I could do is memorize this beautiful moment, I swear I  have never seen anyone so beautiful. Her smile stretched ear to precious ear. Her bright baby blue eyes never shined brighter, and her honey blonde hair glowed in the evening sun. Then i could swear she gave me the most evil smirk I've seen on her face, her face had gone blank and dull like i had just lost my Annabelle.
 We had stopped in the middle of the path, and she just kept spitting out words and I can't really explain everything that happened next because to be frank I don't know exactly what happened. She came at me with such an act of hatred and started punching, screaming, and biting. In that moment i thought as much as I loved this women, well i wanted to live! I grabbed the paddle we had used to make our way through the path and started beating her with it. I couldn't stop until I knew she had stopped moving. Just days before Christmas and i was sitting in a puddle of my victims blood,
                                                                                                                                 sincerely Jack.