June 9th, 1998
Dearest Diary Smith,
I woke up this morning and I felt dead. Well, it wasn't really morning when I woke up, it was dusk. See, dusk is a new word I learned just after I woke up. It means evening. Don't ask me how I know – I just do.
So anyway, I woke up this dusk and I felt dead, which makes sense since I was mauled by this guy. It makes sense, doesn't it Dearest Diary Smith? I'll take your silence as a "yes". Anyway, I was mauled. He was a really ugly guy with his pale skin and black emo-cut hair and gold eyes. Well, his eyes were pretty, but the rest of him was ugly, including his dark baggy clothes. But he had this pull to him. It was like I wanted to be around him, but I just wanted to run away 'cause he was so ugly – all at the same time! It was weird. So I walked up to him, to ask him what he was doing so far south, figuring he was from, like, Alaska with his ugly skin, even though we're in Washington – state. I don't know if you forgot, Dearest Diary Smith, but we're in Washington State in a little Podunk town. I don't know what it means, but Daddy always uses it and I think it means crappy.
But this guy, when I got close to him, started sniffing and snorting wildly and ran at me, as if we was gonna kill me and I shrieked and blacked out before I found out. I guess he did, didn't he Dearest Diary Smith, since I feel dead? But anyway, after I woke up, I went back home, even though it felt like a dream just before it turns into a nightmare. I could almost hear the creepy, crappy horror movie music in my ears as I walked. S'matter of fact, I think I can still hear it. But that's not important. What is important is that Daddy got all pissed of at me for coming home so late, 'cause I'm supposed to be at home when the sun is still up and the sun was almost all the way down by the time I got home. But he got all worried and upset when he saw my injuries.
Oh, yeah, Dearest Diary Smith, I forgot. See, this guy really did maul me. (Maul means beat up real bad, Daddy said.) I got all these cuts and scrapes and bruises everywhere and I hurt real bad. Plus, I got this bleeding bite mark on my neck. I think that guy was a sex-U-ul preh-DA-ter (Daddy says it is spelt 'sexual predator', so I use that from now on), and he chose to uh-salt me. (Daddy says I mean 'assault', so I'll use that too.)
OH! I forgot to tell you why I even saw him! I was out at the park playing on the playground. Daddy says sexual predator's like hanging out there.
Anyway, Daddy put all this ointment stuff all over my injuries and said I had to stay in bed unless I had to go use the restroom.
I love you, Dearest Diary Smith,
~Katie-Bug