Officer: office of death certificates
-->The (begin)ing of a new end....
Diary Entry #131:
13/04/1991. Rylee Tippin. 39 years old. The weekend. Finally… It seemed like it would never come. The week forgone expressed, yet again, the slumber in death percentage. Down 47 percent, the lowest rate for years. Job cuts are inevitable so the boss says, how will i survive wit no income. somethig must be done....
I never knew my parents, nor have any brother or sisters, I have never really been close to anyone, just few local lads down the pub and thats all really. Recently this has changed… Amanda is coming over tomorrow night, she is 34, brown eyes and beautiful. I've planned to cook for her and take her to the local soccer match, just like how we meet.
I am currently curled up by the fire enjoying my usual drop of red, alone, as usual. Living alone allows the absence of physical bodies to reveal the overwhelming resonance of spiritual activity. The constant filing of death certificates that resembles fallen life has slowly taken its toll on me, I feel immune to the pain and suffering death causes. I can’t help but think of the necessity my job has on the need for deaths. I feel like I’m not alone, I get shivers even when it’s warm. I love the darkness at night; but need the warmth of natural light throughout the day. My suspicions and anticipation has caused me to provoke surprises and made me very conscious, I like to see and plan the road ahead.
I need something to keep my mind occupied, I feel my spiral downwards is only the beginning. Am i suppose to start something new or change my ways. Who am i, and what are these new aggressions i feel???
The beginning of a new end...
Diary Entry #132:
7/07/1991. Rylee Tippin. 39 years old. I've just done something terrible....
Events leading from the decline in deaths and the instability my job, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Tonight was my first. The victim was no one in particular, just walking down the wrong dark side street at the wrong time i guess. I was nervous and shaking, i had to control my actions. I sat and waited for the perfect moment, as i pulled my knife out i paused, almost like i froze from frightening myself. My eyes were shut the whole time. As i opened them it was all over, it happened so fast. The warm blood dripping from my knife, as the dead body laid eyes open, as if she were still alive. Strangely enough i felt happy and i enjoyed it, knowing from that point onwards it was not the last...
A few days later i filed my first victims death certificate. My boss even said good work this week rylee.
