His Escape
You dirty bird, you. You thought you were so smart, sneaking around in my own house. Little old Annie Wilkes isn’t as crazy as everyone says she is. I know things. I catch things. I do things. How many times did he escape? Four times? Seven times? Yes it had to be seven times. That dirty bird even reached my room. He opened the cupboard and even got to the barn. He is playing games with me, pretending to still be in pain when he can carry himself into his own wheelchair. I am not dumb, Annie Wilkes is not dumb. Why would he want to leave? He obviously tried the locks but I have them sealed shut. My little birdie would never want to leave me right? But, every single hair piece that I used has been ripped off. He must have done that. He looked through my memory book and even hid a knife under his bed. My bed. The bed that I am letting him use while his legs heal. Well it seems that his legs are healed enough and that is not good. No it will not do. So what do I do Annie? What do I do to those legs?
ENTRIES
Depression
I have this gun. Sometimes I think about using it. I'd better go now. I might put bullets in it. I have this gun. When the police come I will shoot them, then you and then me. I have this gun, it is shinning and black. It is my happy toy, the only thing that can bring me happiness. It will save all the dirty birdies in the world. Get rid of all the caged animals that we all are. I am in that cage; no matter how hard I say that I am not. But this cage keeps on getting smaller and smaller. The only thing I hear is the screeching metal like a knife on a cheese grater. Misery is really dead. Who am I kidding? She is dead like the rest of us. But why does her death sound like such a bad thing? Death will welcome me home with open arms. Death will greet me like an old friend. Death is coming. Death will wait.
There are three parts to pulling off an amazing trick. The first part is called "The Pledge". The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. The second act is called "The Turn". The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn't clap yet. Because making something disappear isn't enough; you have to bring it back. That's why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call "The Prestige”. It is the third act in my life, the prestige. I will play my part and the trick will be phenomenal. This is it.
Under Police Investigation
Oh dirty bird. It was entirely your fault. Why would you put me in this position if you loved me? I love you so much but I wanted to kill you so badly. I was going to kill you right then and there, but I had to take care of that officer first. My yard got very messy. I stabbed the officer so many times, I don’t remember how many times. It felt so good to get rid of him. So good. My cross got all dirty and bloody. I wanted to clean it so badly. So badly. But I had to finish off that police officer before I went to clean my cross. I ran over that officer with my lawn mower. Then my lawn mower got all dirty. But at least I cleansed my lawn of any police officers. I fed the remains of the body to my pig, Misery. Then Misery got sick. I hate you Paul. I hate you so much that I can’t breathe. It was your entire fault Paul. Your entire fault. But I also love you so much that I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do, they’re going to come looking for him soon, for you too. They could be on their way right now. But I’m not stupid. I know, little birdie. I know that you’ve been sneaking around the house and you need to be punished for that. I know, little birdie, that you don’t love me back and you need to be punished for that. Who are YOU to treat ME like this? You need to be freed from the nest. Oh dirty bird. I’m coming for you too. I’m coming down right now. But you’ll never read this, because we’ll both be dead when they find us.
They were in the driveway and I knew you would never disobey me and open your mouth. They stood their ground, examining my every move. I’ve been under investigation many times, so this would be easy. I was sly and so believable; I should be winning an academy award. No one will ever know that I have him. I am just too good at this.
These are journal entries by Annie Wilkes.
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Bringing Paul home
It was him. The one and only, Paul Sheldon. At first I wasn’t sure, but the picture in his wallet looked exactly like him. How lucky I am to have found him. He is so lucky that I am here for him. I will take such good care of his limb legs. He will be better in no time. The car accident was a great inconvenience for him, but I am here now. Oh, look at him sound asleep. His breathing was steady and slow, the breathing of a magnificent creator. Oh, I longed to hear that breathing more and more. I loved him even before he opened his eyes. He will love me back just as much. He will live here with me, Misery and all my other animals. This is fate. Thank you God for bringing this man to me. I will love him with all my heart. He will love me. Oh he will love me.