Seventh Victim: Amy Gonzalez - Planned

Method: Strangulation

Date of Death: 26th April 2018

Body location now: Unknown

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Tuesday, 1st May 2018.

 

I didn't know Amy. Not personally at least. I'd found her blog by accident and she was posting stories from people all over the world about their experiences with flowers and The Arranger. It seemed that my own killings had inspired people to come out and talk about their times as flowers or seeing flowers in action. It was crazy to see, but of course, it was all anonymous and secretive, so it wasn't too crazy.

I had no intentions to hurt Amy originally. She was a teenager and basically harmless. She was just another conspiracy nut who seemed fascinated by the minimal lore surrounding The Arranger and his flower spirits. But my flower didn't like what we were seeing... I don't quite understand it because we were already on display for the world as a sacrificial murderer who had an affiliation with flowers, so why was the blog so bad? It's not like it was a secret anymore. Although, I guess the blog went a lot more in dept than a few dead bodies ever could.

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We sent a text message from a burner phone to Amy. I have no idea how we got her number, or a burner phone. I barely even remember sending the text. It seemed that the flower was only allowing me to experience snippets of my life that day. Clearly it thought I was too unstable, and you know what? I probably was.

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It wasn't long before an entire week went by without me even knowing and I was face-to-face with Amy, wire around her neck and my arms pulling as if that was their entire purpose. I tried to stop him... I really tried. I could feel him forcing my body as I held the wrapped wire around that girls throat, and then even more so when I was carving into her chest... I tried to pull away, tears streaming down my face as I begged for him to not make me do this. She was a child for fucks sake, why did it have to be her? Because she was documenting this stupid flower shit online? I didn't even want to message her to take it down, and I especially didn't want to fucking KILL HER OVER IT. I only regained full control once the carving was done and I dropped the knife, shocked at myself. I knew I had to put her on display again, the carvings indicated as such, although they seemed weird, like there was a battle between me and the flower which I didn't even feel. The word 'please' was carved, which I still think must have been a cry for help from me that slipped out in the flowers actions. I left a note with a messily written 'I'm sorry' on it. I really was sorry.

I still am.