*The whole entry is scribbled and nearly unrecognizable as english*
Entry Two- Last...Night
JAMES!!!
The asshole! THE FUCKING DICK!
All I did...was punch his shy little lover in the nose!
WHAT DOES THE ASSHOLE DO? COMES AFTER ME AND FUCKING RUINS MY FACE!
*The next page is covered in crude sketches of a man who appears to be James dead and/or dying, and at least one drawing labeled Hayuko, showing a asian woman hanging from her neck, the common thing is a man present in all drawing, chuckling and pointing, clearly labeled 'EVERYONES FAVORITE POLLACK!'*
Where the hell was I?
...James...
After an flash of my insanity randomly presenting itself in the bathroom, leading to a broken mirror and me fucking my hand up, I went out to the living room trying to feign everything is normal, my hand is noticed, so I tried to leave...but god dammit...JAMES...i'm sure he did something...he told me it was blood loss that made me pass out but, no, no, no...I'm sure he drugged me...the moment after I was better I got up and started to leave, but sure enough his lover follows me to the stairs...
So what did I do?
I PUNCHED THE BITCH...I'M SURE SHE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT...
I chuckled as she stumbled over from the hit, then walked out, chuckling...but boy did I make a mistake...
Sure enough JAMES decided it'd really help his image with the girl if he chased me...
*The next page is simply covered in scribbles and a few red splotches*
I went to some bar thing in the slums, and go to a backroom, to sit with me, my thoughts, and a shelf...Fucking shelf...
Right as i'm calming down and collecting myself I hear the door next to me kicked down, so I stand up, and get ready to fight the fucker...
Sure as shit the door bursts open and there he is...THE FUCKING WHITE KNIGHT!
I lunged at him...AND KILLED HIM LIKE A PIG...and slammed him to the door, but he...FUCKING FOUGHT LIKE A GOD DAMN CHILD...slams me on the back of the head
Then...I forget a lot of the fight...BUT THE FUCKING SHELFS...they broke my ankles...AND JAMES HELPED THE FUCKER...haha...the moment I woke up I tore that fucking shelf apart...but james...JAMES...he kicked me at least once in the face...slammed me right good in the face also...
I guess while I was out he took the liberty of fucking up my NOSE! he probably thinks it'll make me feel that little bitches pain...
Oh james...you couldn't have been more wrong...If only you knew what i'm planning for you two...I hope you've prepared...it's going to be biblical...and I hope you're ready for what you've brought upon your dearest Hayuko...
*The next page is covered in the name 'James' over and over again, a few are crossed out, and one is heavily circled*
Signed, (in massive letters)
Stefan Bakowski
EVERYONES FAVORITE POLLACK