The Cold-Blooded Killer Woman

Ziana Diary

heard the sound of doodling book*

Dear Diary's :

10/09/2021

I woke up with the same dream..

those annoying children's screams still echoed..

all the victims that fell on my hands seemed to want to exact revenge on me..

I won't be afraid..

I will never back down..

Whoever dares to deal with me I will finish.. F !

For many years I left the village where I met Mr and Mrs Smith…

a short but very long meeting left a mark on the heart…

I guess I shouldn't have lingered in that village…

but Mrs Smith managed to get my empty heart filled back with her abundant affection…

that last face..

that last cry..

still in my memory.

I promised myself that I would return to the village..

Yep..

I'll definitely be back..

I am 18 years old now..

My birthday date I haven't met..

How do I know my age now?

I'm just guessing…

It is not pleasant not to know my origin and identity..

unanswered questions while starting a conversation with me, made people who tried to get close to me uncomfortable…

When the orphanage opened the adoption service..

I was never elected and was always ruled out for reasons of my obscure past...

A reminder..

# I have to keep reminding myself to further investigate my true past..

I spent 12 years in school…

the lessons I learned at school..

dare to face a man by slightly punching his nose..

This year's graduation was very quiet..

no one came on my graduation day..

I was sitting alone in the school park..

wearing a complete black toga while looking at the cloudy sky..

the rain suddenly fell..

no pay..

I walked home dragging my toga hat..

resisting the cold gusts of wind that hit my wet skin..

The worst graduation day in my life history..

Life as an Orphan is difficult..

but the increasing age makes me more aware of the importance of independent behavior..

The longer I get used to it, the more comfortable I get..

I'm very reminded of Madame Smith's mouth-watering cooking..

grilled meat with a sweet tender pumpkin cut with meat broth poured over it..

just imagining it makes my mouth water…

a reminder..

# coach cooking confidently and diligently

Right now I am still confused as to what I should do after graduation..

it's time I found a job to support my survival..    

What kind of job would fit my type of person..

People who easily ignited anger like me can make the whole place I work full of body bags..

a reminder..

#always prioritizing the destruction of all evidence.

talking about evidence..

This Silver Knife I still keep..

I know this knife I took by taking the life of its owner..

But this sparkling thing really makes me want to keep it..

I don't know why I'm interested in this shiny silver thing..

Ever since I lived in this city, I have never been in close contact with a man..

For me to feel her sweet love is like her impossible…

I mean, which guy wants a girl like me..

Wrong speech or offending each other can make me send the man to the hospital with serious injuries..

Mr. Smith once told me..

Find happiness..

Marry away..

If he were in my position. would he still be able to accept this bitter…?

A life-taking girl who is ready to pounce on her victims without mercy is searching for her true love..

Writing it down in a diary like this alone makes me nauseous..

But as a substitute for my biological parents who have been taking care of me since childhood..

Who accepted me even though I was a cold-blooded killer..

I will take the advice of both of them..

I will always remember every happy memory we had together..

#For Mr. Smith and Mrs Smith.

No. gabe..

Papah and Mamah…

I say the same to you..

I Miss #

(tears falling on the diary)

 

Dear Diary's :

11/09/2021

L'm…

Doing it again..

I stained my hands with blood..

I always ask myself..

What's my fault?

I'm like a magnet pulling every problem out of every corner of a building and beating me up like this..

I just went to buy my dinner..

at that time the streets were already deserted I ventured through the narrow alley in order to speed up my time to be able to return home..

come people do not know themselves who appear suddenly from behind the trash..

he looked at me from below like a perverted man..

I warned him..

I'm through let me go..

she pulled my skirt up and touched the back area of my bottom..

I was silent for a moment. I put my groceries slowly..

I clearly remember some of his words that disgusted me..

“hehehe.. miss. mention the price of mu” said the perverted man did not know himself while swinging a pile of money in his hand..

I approached her, she looked smiling..

But that was the last smile for her..

I swung my leg tight to it..

kicking the sensitive area so strongly that the fat man was lying in pain..

Did I stop that, of course not..

I crumpled his fat neck until a bone-chilling sound rattled all over my legs..

The fat man was lucky I didn't swear at my special high heels that I purposely racked up and sharpened his ends, so that a person who doesn't know himself like him could get a reward..

At least one with special high heels that I can make a hole or two in the body of the vital area of the people who deal with me..

After subverting the fat man, he seemed to be unconscious again..

I heard the door open..

And it's true that one of his colleagues came out and was shocked to see his best friend already sprawled on the ground..

The man shouted at me pulling a gun from the back of his pants and pointed at me trembling..

I just stared at the guy..

Taking the money that was in the hands of that perverted fat man and walking away left them both..

Is that fat guy dead?

Hope so..

After arriving at my house..

The thing I don't know is that I was followed by some mysterious person..

Until finally a letter was delivered and entered by the aunt of the Orphanage guard..

The aunt delivered the letter to me and I was trying to cook my dinner..

While shrinking the fire stove..

I opened the letter slowly…

I found a piece of a human finger inside the envelope..

And the contents of his letter are..

“eyes change eyes, teeth change teeth”

“you have killed one of our mafia members”

“in exchange for the life of our colleague you killed it”

“come alone to this address, Our boss wants to meet you four points”

“Do not act foolishly, do not report to polis”

“if you do not fulfill this call, we will track you and all your acquaintances, even your pets and will take their lives until you hope not to be born again”

“don't underestimate Mafia RED BARON”

“jln.Cone st's. 338”

After reading the letter containing the threat..

I continued my dinner while listening to soft jazz music..

Whoever the boss is..

How many men..

I will not run from my destiny..

 

Seriate..