{PREFACE}
I'd never given much thought to how my life was in New York - though I'd had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had I would never have imagined it as it really was.
I used to think that my life in New York was average, but in all nice. I had my friends, I was doing well in school. I was like everyone else. So now that I've been here in forks on the reservation for months, looking back. TRULY looking back. I realize something, my life was BORING. it's like I said I was just like everyone else, I was just like what everyone wanted me to be. How they excepted me to me. I was a conformist. But being here changed me. The people I met changed me. For the better. I think.
But now as I stared without breathing through the little slits of the closet door at my soon to be killer. He looks pleasantly throughout the room, playing a game with me. He knows where I am. But he could never pass up a good game.
Surely, this must be a good way to die. In a place so familiar to me, that, It calms me. I'm not as scared as I was and how I should be. But dying here. Without fear. Might make my death noble. Which oughta count for something.
I knew if I had never agreed to move to forks, I wouldn't be facing my noble death now. But, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision to come here. It's stupid to be sad about what could have happened. The past no longer matters. I cannot turn back the clock. And even if I could, I wouldn't. And all that matters is the future. Although at the moment it seems I have no future.
Now after having been in forks for so long I realize that 'when life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when It comes to an end.' And I know that when I die, I'll imagine my loved ones and I'll die smiling. Unless it's a painful death. Then I'll die crying.
The killer smiles in a friendly way as he makes his way to the closet. "Surprise" he says as He opens the door.