Entry One
Entry one
June 9th, 2016
I have decided to keep a journal. In this first entry I will describe my looks and the way I act. I will also explain why I have decided to start this journal in the first place. First, I am a small teenager around 5'3 in height. I am fifteen. I have long black hair with electric blue streaks through it. My skin is pale but not pale enough to where you would think I was sick. I always wear the same thing, unless the night is special. Skinny black jeans, black T-shirt, overly large, grey sweater, and black and white converses. I'm simple. I do what any other teenager would do. I go out at night. I party with my friends. I go to school sometimes I skip when I am particularly missing someone. That's the only difference between me and the other people at school. I don't have parents. At all. When my parents were murdered I ran off. I hid. Decided it would be better for me if I just went to school and didn't talk about it. Only a few people knew. My boyfriend, Nathaniel, and my best friends, Taylor and Mist (her mom is sort of a Tinkerbell fanatic). I told them because I trusted them and needed to get it off my chest. Up until a month ago, it seemed fine to have told them. I told them everything. How my parents were killed. That I didn't know who the person was but I was almost certain the killer wouldn't return. Then it happened. Ever since I had told them, my boyfriend had let me stay with him. I came home and found him on the couch. Dead. Killed the same way my parents had been. His face had a carved smile and he was stabbed in multiple places. I remember it happening slowly. I called the ambulance, knowing that it was all too late. I dropped to my knees and pulled him close, his blood seeped into my clothing. I kept trying to wake him up. After what seemed like an eternity. I heard the sirens. By then I had already come to terms with it. He was dead and I couldn't get him back. I also knew that whoever killed him, killed my parents and that I wanted revenge. Wanted Revenge for that person who took all the people I loved away! My blood boils as I think of it. This is off topic though. You still need to know why I have decided to start this journal. Lately, things have been happening. Things that are more unusual than you would expect. I don't know if it's my head, or if someone is watching me. I feel it at night. Like…..eyes are burning into me. I can hear breathing too. Sometimes footsteps. During the day it happens when I am in remote areas. Anyway, this is all for today. I will write tomorrow's experiences down at night. It's late now and I need sleep for school. It's twelve am. I am marking this so I know what time I fall asleep. Even as I write this my pen is falling from my grip. I hope this is all just in my hea…..