Blood

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Im Maggie. This is my diary. I guess you wanted to read something a crazy girl wrote. Well, who am I to judge. Just to let you know, im in an insane asylum. Its been 3 years since...that night. Ill just go back through my journal entries.

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Entry 1) Hi journal. Its so far a great day here in Summerville. I dont have any friends though :(

Bummer. See, I have issues with making friends. They either dont trust me,vor talk behind my back. Either way I lose. But im just happy to finally be here, and so is Ader. Ader is my German Shepherd. He is a big and mighty dog in my opinion. He is 4 years old today. Cool huh? Well I have to go unpack. Talk later journal.

Entry 2) hi journal. It was a ish day at school. People would not stop saying "Look its the new girl, shes odd". Come on. Im like them. Im prettyish, snarky when needed, and get good grades. My old friend, Mark, is the only person I talk to from my home. He tries to come visit, but his dad is very bad at lengthening his sons throat. As in, Mark cant go anywhere. Bye for now.

Entry 3) Strange day. I was sitting at home, and I hear a lot of weird noises. It sounds like Ader coughing. But hes right beside me sleeping. So what the hell is making that god awful noise? I turned off the tv, and walked down stairs. I looked around, but I didnt see anything odd or anything moving. Idk what was noisy. So I went to bed. The noise didnt stop. It happened all night. Bye

Entry 4) Now im scared. Ader is coughing up blood everywhere. I went to bed, and he was fine, but I woke up, and now he hasn't stopped. Im on my way to the vet office. Ader is in the back of my car. I pull up to the vet, amd unload Ader. Hes getting worse. I talk to the vet lady, and she takes Ader for a scanning. She comes back maybe an hour later with the results. Ader has a clot in his throat. She explained the coughing was Ader's way of try to help himself cough up the clot. Of course thats not actually possible. She told me to give three pills a day to Ader. The pills she gave me that is. And he should be fine in a few days. I was relatively relieved. Bye

She wont be relieved for long

Entry 5) Ader still isn't better. Its actually much much worse. His fur is falling out in nasty patches. The fur is actually taking off skin and his blood is showing. He howls in pain most of the day. The vet said rhis might be a side affect of the pills hes on. But I didnt agree. I didnt go back to school. I had to stay with Ader. He needs me. I tried to help him. I got him his water, and his food. But he refused both. He got really skinny, and looked like walking death. Bye journal.

Entry 6) Ader's health is still decreasing. Fast. He wont eat. He wont drink. He doesn't even respond to me anymore. Im afraid hes dying. But I refuse to lose hope in him. Hes all I have after all. Bye for now.

Entry 7) I went to bed at 9. I woke up at 2 to hear a very odd noise in the kitchen I think. I slept down stairs. So I could stay close to Ader. He fell asleep in the kitchen. I walked intto the kitchen, and found a horrible looking Ader eating a cat. The cat must of got in through the screen door. The cat was a tabby from the looks of it. It was...very hard to tell considering its insides were now outsides. The cats intestines were laying across the floor. The eyes were clawed out, and blood was leaking out everywhere. The head was snapped. The neck bone was sticking out through the very little pieces of skin. And the cat was bent an awkward way. As if it was...warning me to go...to hide. So I ran into my bedroom. My dog chased after me. I was horrified. A couple minutes later, Ader went back down the stairs. To the kitchen I guess. No sleep tonight.

Entry 8) I sat up in my bed. I remember everything from last night. The cat, Ader, the blood, all of it. I slowly opened my creaky door, and tip toed down the stairs. I was listening very carefully to make sure Ader didnt surprise me. I ran out the front door and got in my car. I went to the police to tell then everything. They laughed at me. They said that wasn't possible for a dog to do that. They were to nice to tear another animal apart. I left the station. I was not going home. Ever.

Entry 9) Now im in an asylum. I told everyone what happened to Ader. NO One believed me. The cops came and got me. I still dream about Ader and that poor cat. I hear on the news that folks pets are getting attacked. But no one thought about waht I said. Their problem now. Not mine. Im insane.
And that bloody image of Ader is forever casted in my head.