The Note of Anneliese:

*** "Stargazing "quiet pleasing right?..ohh how I love to look at these stars, The night, The MOON is quiet, too quiet …..he is illuminating ...

The same gaze as him, just cold, ruthless yet soft for me….same as that foreshadows the death he has caused...of the MILLIONS ....

"They said I understood him better than the police ever could,

They were right

Because somewhere between his words and my pen

I stopped writing him

I stopped studying the criminal

And become the subject myself...."

(sighs)

He was right ,I was not writing him ...I was writing US ...Thus making us the most close ever the emotion caused ....

Myself Anneliese Brandt ,

A 30 year old woman

The one who loves to writes

unmarried and ..............

A Famous writer of "Germany"

(chuckles)

Who don't know me ...I was the one who wrote about the famous yet most psychotic criminal

Named"The case study of Lucian vale"

He was right I was too soft for him ,to break ,to cherish and to ...KILL...

He was right ,even the moon looks beautiful in night,,

God knows how many secrets he has kept under the dim light ....

(chuckles)

I don't know who might be hearing this ....

"Honey, don't ever fall for a man who is a PSYCHOPATH"

(deep tone)

Cause once you fall ,you become like him ,

Killing ,the good person inside you ...

He reads me like a book and I loved that ….

At first, I thought I was the one studying him but in fact he was learning me ,studying me …yet letting me becoming like him….

He was true when he said"I may be gone ,Elie, but I will remain inside you as a whisper….as A DEATH"

And now I don't find these stars more bright ,I don't want these whispers at all ...he haunts through day and night and I ..... Let him be "

These may be suicide note for you ,but it's my last rites and my last wish as novelist.

I have written thousands of books , and the last book is all want is about myself.....

It's my last time to say goodbye forever to this world and this room where I have spent my final days ....

(in tears)

Shackles means nothing to me when my soul is already in freedom ...

I remember how my Papa used to sing me a song

(in sweet and deliberate voice)

"Hush now ,little sparrow ,don't make a sound '

the night will gaurd you while stars spins 'round

Roots will hold secrets ,deep and true

what's buried in dark will bloom anew

Don't fear the silence , don't fear the ground

truth sleeps low, but it will be found

When dawn forgets and shadow flee ,

"You will find my love beneath the tree"

(breaths sharply ....and the silence takes the place as a price)

(the sound of chair moving and the clock ticking ,the chairs falls with the loud thud)

(The alarms rings for 12 am)...

………………………………………………

Dear readers ',

These chapter may be less but the more you will read the more you will understand the chaos and the silence till then see you at the next chapter ...

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