It was a normal day. 'Well, normal isn't really a thing, it started similar to other school days'. I get to school, sit alone and read, get bullied, run to the bathroom and stay there until class. Today though, I found a switchblade on the toilet paper dispenser. Picking it up, I look at the blade and see that it's extremely sharp and reflective, almost like a mirror. That's when Jane, the worst bully in 5th grade who chose me as her main target, entered. Taunting me at first, but then whipping the stall door wide open and, roughly, pulled me out and slammed me against the wall. I feel a snap in my left arm and cry out, only for Jane to belittle and demean me for crying. That's when I remember the blade and, without aiming, swing it towards her. I suddenly hear a soft squelch and feel something running down my hand. Opening my eyes, having closed them when my arm broke, and see the blade buried completely into Janes neck. Quickly pulling out the knife, I quietly lower her to the ground. Thinking quickly, I hid her body in the stall I was in before, putting her head in the toilet and locking the stall door. Rushing to the sink, I wash the blade and hide it in my bag, before calmly walking out of the bathroom and to my classroom. The rest of the day goes by smoothly and regularly.

When I get to my room after school, I lock the door and think about what I did and, more importantly, how good it felt to do it. Huddling on my bed, I think about the sound of the blade going into the flesh of Jane's neck, the smell and feel of the warm blood running down my hand. I find myself wanting it, to see and smell and feel someone's blood. To kill more. Realizing how insane I'm sounding, I start giggling. My giggling soon transforms into full laughter, muffled from the outside world by the walls of the house. Hearing the door of a car close, I stop laughing. Checking the time, I realize that my dad is home and my mom will soon follow.

That night, I think about what I'm going to do. I then realize who I go after next. When I'm going to the back door, I catch a glimpse of the news. Right there, is the body of Jane from school. And right then, I see them show the top suspect is me, Isabella Rosen. Realizing I had been caught, I do the obvious.

Sneaking up on the couch, I take my knife out and silently stand behind my dad. He turns around a little later, and jumps when he sees me. "Brat, finally decided to fight back? show the monster that you are?" he snarls, but I slice at his neck, cutting his jugular. Blood starts pouring out of his neck, and he slowly drowns in his own blood. Wiping off my knife on my skirt, I giggle and skip out the room and towards the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom, I find my mom in the shower and, stepping into the shower, stab her in the back of the neck. The blade cuts right through her spine and throat, paralyzing her. Giggling even louder, I skip out the room, a thump, and squelch, sounding behind her as she skips onto her next target for revenge.../

That's when Ruby woke up with a silent scream, and a wild look in her eyes. Quickly, she grabs her diary and writes everything down. This is the reason she had the diary next to her on the bed, because she had these dreams or nightmares or visions or whatever they were. But she always died at the end, except for this last one. This one ended with a bright flash of blue, then a brief flash of herself, then nothing. It was like the girls story wasn't over, but then seeing herself made her feel like she played a major role in the girls life at some point. All of this she wrote down, after which she locked the diary with a lock she found in the woods around her house.

Checking her scroll, she found it was morning and she could hear her dad making breakfast. Getting up, she walked over to the window and opened the curtain a little, only to be blinded by the sun right in her face, "Fuck you, too." she mumbled, as she walked over to, and out, the door. walking into the kitchen she saw pancakes and sausage on the table, as well as coffee. pouring herself half the coffee and taking 4 pancakes, she ate breakfast. Yang walked in as she was getting her third plate of pancakes, and grabbed the last of the sausage and pancakes."Damn it," she grumbled.

As Yang ate, her dad sat down and asked what our plans for the day were. "just going to make it up as I go." she answered, as she walked back to her room to get dressed.