Wouldnt you like to know about my life? How I was born, my first birthday, my first crush. You'd like to know about my mother and my father, hoping to hear that they were the typical happy couple. You'd like to hear about my siblings and how we were best friends forever, but you wouldnt want to hear where I am now. You wouldnt want to know the stuff they do to me, torture me, taunt me, haunted by my walls. They give me pills and talk to me like I am five, like I was a kid again. Now tell me, do you still want to hear about my life? I will tell you of my life before I went insane, the life I once knew, is now just a shade of grey.

September 2 2003

9:32 A.M

I was sitting in my apartment for sometime, waiting for my roomate to come home. She'd probably have a man with her, she'd grunt a little 'hello' at me and drag her boyfriend into her room. I wouldnt get any sleep either, they were usually up all night. This time though, she was really late. We had set up a time when she'd come home, so I wouldnt have to go look for her to see if she hadent been murdered yet. No worries though, she's usually pretty good about the people she dates, usually. There werent alot of murders here anyway, just a good natured place to be, well actully thats a complete lie. I tell myself that, because if I dont, i will be awake every moment of the night. Wondering whats lurking in the dark, whats waiting for me to go to sleep. So, i occupy my mind with writing. Mostly on my computer, I used to hand write, but then I kinda got tired out that. I usually get my inspiration from writer Morton Rainey. Recently though, he hasent been releasing books. Due to the fact that people belived he murdered his ex wife Amy Rainey and her boyfriend Ted. They also belive he killed two other people, but their names havent been released yet. I had been searching google, trying to figure out the names of the other people. I heard people outside of my window, I didnt care enough to pay attention, probably just some drug dealers. I did though, take my computers from all windows. One time, some wise ass figured it was a good idea to throw a rock at my window. They rock crushed my computer, and all my precious writing. I heard cackling, actully more like a really girlie laugh, then I knew it was Jenna (my roomate). I heard guys laughing though, it wasent a typical man laugh though, it was a 'i'm stoned and its so damn funny' laugh. The door opened quickly and Jenna stumbled into the room, obviously drunk. She went over to her room and shut the door.

I stayed up all night writing until the morning, my eyes hurt really bad and I needed Tylenol for my splitting headache. Jenna was still in bed, figures, she probably has a really bad hangover. I got up from my chair and went into the kitchen. I looked on top of the fridge for some Tylenol and took two tablets out. I got a glass of water and gulped them down.

'Urrg, hi.'

I turned around and Jenna was standing at the door, bracing herself and holding her head. She shuffled over to me and took the glass of water out of my hand and gulped it down. She went over to the table, sat down, and layed her head on the cool surface. I smiled a little, i wonder what happened last night....

'So how was your night?'

She looked up at me and groaned, obviously not good. Her eyes were drooping and her face was abnormally pale, maybe too pale, her face was always rosie red.

'Jenna, how was your night?'

Maybe she wasent listening very well, she had her face hidden and her breathing was shallow. She had played the 'i'm sick and dying' trick on me before, so I didnt know whether to take it seriously.

'Jenna come on, stop playing around.'

I sighed and went over to her and knudged her shoulder and her head flopped sideways as i saw her eyes were open. She started shaking and sliding off her chair. I fled to the living room and grabbed the phone.....

'Whats your emergency?'

So....how was my new story! Mort will be coming up shortly, so no worries. I liked this one, but please R&R so I know if its good or not! Thanks!

!Sara!