To whomever this may concern,
You are probably my fiance. You are most likely reading this in front of me at this moment. If you are not my fiance then this is not your fault. If you are my fiance... you are the only one to blame besides me for these actions. I hope this realization breaks your heart and you never "love" again. Do to what you did... the carving... you drove me to near insanity. You forced my hoof to this action. You are the reason I am where I am and I am not sorry for my decision to do this. I expect you to deny most of this letter but it will haunt you for the rest of your miserable life. I hope to see you with me here so I can show you the same pain you showed me. I will never forgive you for the pain you caused. There is nothing you can do to make it right. I hope you rot in a cell for this, then you can rot with me.
If you are not my fiance then I am sorry that you must grieve for me when i don't even deserve it. You are all incredibly kind and I am glad you were there to keep me going for as long as you did. I could never repay you. However, I do not regret it. This was the only course I could follow. I sometimes thought what another chance would be like but I realized it would only end in more pain. Pain has been my entire life.
I lost my father the day I was born. My mother and sister burned. My fiance did things to me that left me screaming at night. It all lead me here and now I pay the price for my actions. It pains me to think of what this must be doing to you right now. I am truly sorry for doing it to you. I wish things could have been different butt alas I have made my bed and now I sleep in it.
Please do not grieve for me, but if you must please make it quick.
This note also doubles as my will
I give the house and all the utensils I own inside to my closest friend, you. I give my money to several things.I give one- third to you. May you use it better than I did. One- third I want to go towards a charity that combats depression. Finally, I want the last third to go to the Clinic for the Mentally Ill. May they find peace in a world that ruined me. The last thing I want is a town-wide restraining order against my fiance. I hope this comes to pass.
I beg the police find these notes I leave before she does. She will hide these letters then burn them when she can. I hope my final words survive long enough to see her dead.
These are my last words and so I must go. I hope I can see you again someday.
Forever, Evening Storm