Friday March 10 1926
It was just yesterday. I shot myself for the love of my life. At least he’s safe.I can still imagine the guards tying me up and holding a golden musket (gun) .
Tim,a guy who worked for my dad, threw my body in a dustbin and then started weeping. I had knew he had a crush on me but I just didn’t like him, Even before The Highway man came. Tim always tried to get my attention by giving me flowers and chocolate. I hated it. Every day I scare him for what he did to me.
Hopefully, tonight The Highway man will come and we will live a happy life forever. I wish I was still alive to meet him. If I was still alive I would get revenge on Tim for everything he has done to me.