Chapter 4: "Friends"
Dear diary,
What did they always say? That friends and friendships never end? Well, they lied. They lied and cheated and backstabbed you. Friends are people who are supposed to love and accept you for who you are despite your flaws. Friends are those people in your life that make you laugh louder, smile brighter and live better. I never had friends. Not real ones. Just make pretend liars. They lied behind my back and even when they knew everything was a show, they still lied. They lied to my face. They lied to me. Why? Why me? Being murdered is bad enough but dead without friends? Without a family? Without a reason to fight? It suddenly makes me think the whole episode of my murder was a chance, a chance to end and get away from my pointless, lonely and unhappy life. A gift from God? NO! My murderer is no God. He’s a maniac, a psycho. He’s the figure of Satan himself. He doesn’t have mercy. I remember vividly. I stood there dying, life being drained slowly out of me and he laughed. He laughed. The horrific laughter of that monster still follows me, haunting me wherever I go. Scary, raspy and all in all, deadly.
Rose
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Diary of A Murdered Girl
Mistero / ThrillerYou found a book. A diary. It belongs to a girl. A dead one. She has a story. Murder. She needs an answer. You. - #400 ; Mystery/ Thriller (13/3)
