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"Mystic River: Clint Eastwood Meets Dennis Lehane." Seattle Weekly. N.p., n.d. Web. 08 Nov. 2013.http://www.seattleweekly.com/2003-10-08/film/mystic-river/

Aftermath

            What the fuck have I done? Why oh why didn't I wait? This action just affected a human’s life! I admit it, I killed Dave Boyle. My reasoning led me to believe that Dave was the killer. Turns out he did kill someone, just not Katie. He murdered a man who he witnessed having sex with another boy. Being a rape victim himself triggered anger out of Dave, prompting him to kill him. Turns out, Katie’s real killers were Brendan Harris’s brother and his friend. Are you fucking kidding me? Children did this. AND it was an accident. Such bullshit and emotions racing through my head right now. I told my wife. She understood, she knew what I was going to do just executed the wrong way. Sean is back with his gal. But with everything going on, this whole story will brush by me. And yeah, ill be living with the guilt, but hey, who gives a flying fuck? I tried and Dave killed an innocent guy. A man that probably didn't do anything to deserve it, and he lost his life. I lost one of my best friends long ago when we were kids. Not this man that stood before me today. He was not Dave.

My Vow

As days go by, my anger gets stronger. I'm more determined, eager, to catch my daughter’s killer. I get more and more clues’s as days go by. The Savage brothers are just as determined as I am to catch the killer. From what I understand from Celeste, Dave has some kind of connection with it. I have a plan to figure out if Dave is the killer. We are going to bring him to a bar near the Mystic River, get him as drunk as we can in order to make the truth slip out of his rat mouth. If he is the killer, I’m fucking shooting that prick down to the last bullet if it means the revenge of Katie’s death.

            I told Katie the day I saw her lying their dead as can be in that cold, gross morgue, that I will find whoever is responsible before the police do, and when I do I will kill them and dump their body in the Mystic River like I did to Ray.

            Soon Katie…Soon your death won’t be for nothing, but something that people will remember you by. This prick won’t see the light of day baby, I swear to god by it.

The Early Life of Jimmy Marcus

            The day was April 15^th, 1975. This was a day I would like to forget, but will never get over. My dad worked with a man at the Coleman Candy plant. On Saturday’s, my dad and I would go over to that guy’s house. He told me he was just going in to have one quick beer with him. Now I being the young-minded fool that I was actually believed that crap. Turns out, one quick beer really meant like four beers and some shots of Dewar’s. So turns out I needed something to do or someone to hangout with. That’s where Sean Devine comes in the equation.

            Sean was my dad’s co-workers son, and actually one of my closest if not best friends. We’d hangout in his backyard and chill, do stupid shit. We also knew another boy. His name was Dave Boyle. He was a little weirder than the people I knew.

            One day, Dave, Sean and I were hanging out while our fathers were doing their daily drinking routine. We decided that we were going to hijack a car and get a thrill. Sean was being in his good boy pussy mode and decided to bail on the hijacked. Suddenly, Sean and I were fighting each other on the ground when suddenly a “cop” comes up to us in a van with his partner. Says that we need to stop before we really get it.  Than the cop told Dave to get into the van because they were going to drop him off home. When the cops took Dave and drove off, our fathers came out and started questioning us like as if we murdered someone. We later found out that Dave was abducted and those were not actual cops!

25 years late...

            Emptiness…that’s the word that I am feeling right now. It feels as if I just had someone grabbed my heart right out of my chest and started stabbing the bloody organ that fills my heart with nothing but love for my family. That person whoever is stabbing my heart right now has never made a rage like that come out of my body.

            When I had found out that my child was just brutally murdered, my heart sank to the fiery pits of hell as chills ran down my neck through my back to the bottom of my feet. Walking around with that kind of heavy weight sucks ass. It’s as if I have chains linked on my feet, attached to two cinderblocks as I get pushed into the Mystic River.

            I’m starting to see things. Everywhere I go, I see my daughter Katie’s face. When I see the mailman cross onto my street I see her as if she was that hairy, old man that delivers my morning input on how well the Bruins are doing. I can barely eat as well. Cheerios piss me off so much because they form my daughters name after I pour milk into my bowl.

            All I can think about is how I can find out who had done this to my daughter, and how I can get back at him or her before the police find out who they are. Don’t get me wrong, I think the police do I good job. But shit this heavy, I can just see how bad they are going to fuck it up and make a guilty murderer innocent. I made a promise to my dead daughter, and I intend on upholding that promise. Whoever is guilty of this, whoever may know any knowledge of It and can’t do the right thing. My hands are tied and I will find them, and when I do…I will kill them.