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Dear Diary?,

I'm still not used to all this writing in here… it's kind of weird.

I don't like thinking that I am telling an inanimate object what I feel.

It feels as if I am crazy writing to you, but it feels right.

Well, as you know I recently met up with the CSI, I didn't want to. After the meeting both of us felt unpleased. I wanted to tell them everything, but I left my mouth shut.

What if I told them everything and they were able to nail the murderer.

What if?

But then, I would be endangering everyone I loved, even more than I did by talking to them.

I feel as if I made a mistake, and am now going to have to pay the price for talking, when I should have kept my mouth shut.

Overall they were nice, my favorite was Nick. I slammed the door on his foot, and I guess he will never let me forget that.

After the meeting things got a little weird.

I felt I was being watched. I mean, I know I was being watched, the murderer wound not leave me out of his sight.

But it felt kind of weird thinking that the murderer was watching me, and I could not even see him. That really scared me.

He could do away with me, whenever he wanted.

He was in full control of my life. He could end it, as he sees fit.

While I was trying to do my homework, I heard the beeping of the telephone.

I went to it, and took the phone out carefully and away from me, just in case something weird happened like in those old cartoons where a hand comes out and pulls the trigger of a gun or tries to strangle me, or if noxious gas comes out and kills me.

When I saw that the phone provided no visual threat, I put it to my ear and whispered "Hello."

I was so afraid, I almost dropped the phone.

The voice said "Hi Sarah, how are you today?" The voice was somewhat caring, but mostly sarcastic. I knew that it didn't matter, to the murderer how I was doing.

"Fine." I lied

"Are you sure, because it really isn't a very good idea lying to someone who could kill you whenever he pleased."

"Okay, I'm not fine, but what does it matter to you?"

He laughed and then said, "Oh Sarah, don't you see that because I care for you, I cause you all this pain and grief."

I was so pissed, I wanted to get on the other side of the line, and strangle him, taking away till he had lost the last of his breath and was dead like the little annoying neighbor girl.

I told him "No, You son of a bitch, you have no idea what care or love is anyway. All you know is how to hate and steal."

He laughed. "Ouch…. Burn. Wow Sarah that really hurt! You have no idea, how you hurt me. Oww!"

I stared at the phone and threw it at the wall. The phone hung up and rang.

"You didn't think you'd get away from me that easy. Did you?"

"No" I said.

"Good, because I want to talk about some serious matter."

"What?"

He laughed "Oh, nothing, but as you know you saw some pretty bad things. So, because of that you will die. Oh yes, you will. But not right now, because I'm having just too much fun with you."

I was more than angry, I was pissed. I wanted to strangle him right then and there. I said "What are you getting at?"

He laughed and said "I think you know what I'm getting at. But if not, then I'll tell you. You will die, but I don't want just to kill you. I want you to suffer. At the stroke of midnight one of the people you love dearly will die. Why do you say I am doing this? Well because, see a while ago you talked to two cops, and because of that you have jeopardized all that I have worked for."

I was so pissed, "Where are you?"

He was quiet, then he spoke "I am at….Oh, did you think that I would tell you? So you could tell your little cop friends, or just kill me right there. Oh no…. I'm not that dumb, but let's just say that I am at 1040 Spring Street in an old ware-house. Would you follow me? Would you tell the cops? And let's just say I was lying, and the truth was I set a bomb there. So when the cops went, they all exploded into a thousand teeny tiny pieces, and let's just say that I have a bomb wired to your family's car, so the next time they enter, they will get a big surprise! Trust me, you can't stop this."

I was about to blow up.

He was right; he had full power over me. He could tell me his name, address, phone number, and I still wouldn't be able to catch him. He had full control over me. I was like his marionette!

I said "Okay…. So you do have control over me. What do you want? Money? Possessions? Sex?"

"Oh all good guesses, and probably true, but what I really want is pain. See, I just can't go away. Because you saw me in the forest that day, I couldn't just finish the murder and get on with my life. So now I am forced upon a web of lies and murder."

"Oh wow! It is so tough for you. Well all you do is cause pain. At least you're not the one receiving it."

He laughed then said "Hey! Don't take it personal, I'm just doing my job."

"It isn't your job to cause all this pain."

"Oh, yes your right. But, I enjoy it. Speaking of pain, why don't you look outside? I got a surprise for you."

I knew that what I was about to see, would be even more painful, than the moment I saw the girl shot. I knew it would be unbearable. But I knew, that every second of pure agony it cost me, would bring hours of joy into his cold pathetic heart. So I had to act brave.

I said "Why?"

He laughed and said "Oh, you'll see."

I turned around. Ran downstairs, and looked out my window.

I let out a scream when I saw what he was talking about. Right outside my backyard in the forest was a girl, my best friend, hung on a tree.

I couldn't help let out a tear or two.

I whispered her name "Abby, Abby, Abby…. No."

Then I heard a noise coming from my hand.

I realized that I had kept the phone with me the entire time.

I put it to my ear, and I heard a laugh.

"See, and the pain will keep on coming. If you were not talking to me, you could have saved her. You would have heard her groans, as I took the life away from her. But no, you were to obsessed hating me, that you didn't realize that the friend you loved, was dying right outside your house. How can you live with the grief, knowing that it is your fault she is dead? It really is your fault."

I wanted to slap him, but he was right. I felt like a monster. He laughed at my silence.

I finally said, "You know you're right. I caused her death, and the truth is I can't live with the grief, so you know what suicide may be my best option."

I said that knowing he would take the bait. So, he would tell me the damage that he will do.

He would have felt somewhat betrayed. Because if I killed myself. I would no longer be his masquerade.

He said "No wait! If you kill yourself, to save the ones you love, then I will blow up your house and your family. So, doing that would only result in even more death."

Yep, he wanted me as his marionette. I wouldn't kill myself yet, not until, I got even further in this mystery, because then I might actually be a help to the CSI, and then, maybe the ones I loved, my family would be safe.

I said "Goodbye."

He said "Goodbye, and remember at the stroke of midnight, a loved one will die. They WILL die a slow and painful death. Remember that a SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH! Goodbye Sarah, and have a goodnight."

He laughed and then hung up.

I was angry and scared.

I was anxious for the time when the marionette can smite his master.

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