August 7th, 1962

1:54am

Brittany Pierce. Everyone knows her name. She's a star, a gorgeous glow on the face of the earth. She's beauty. She's grace. She's a beacon of light.

And she's gone.

I knew her so well. God, she was everything. She was my entire life, my present and my future.

I loved her so much.

No, I am not Joe DiMaggio or Arthur Miller. I am not even James Doughtery. I am just a person, sitting in this dark, dank room typing on this rusty typewriter, recounting my memories of her.

Three days ago, I saw her for the last time. August 4th, 9:17pm. The memory will live in my head forever.

My name is Santana Lopez and this is my seven year itch.