You're always so lonely. So very lonley. Even though you're never really alone, Your family are always around you and so are your friends, if you can even call them that, always whispering about you behind you're back. You can always hear them and it pisses you off so much. You just want to shout at them to stop, but you're to afraid of losing the precious few people you still have. You moved from your last home to this new one here in England. You had left your real friends behind you there and you always did find it hard to make new friends, You're so quiet and socialy awkward that you just sit there and don't make eye contact or really talk to anyone unless they talk to you first. So when you're "friends" whisper about you behind your back, when they think you can't hear them, all you do is silently glare and hope they'll stop. They never do though, and you can always hear what they say about you, they think that you're weird and don't really like you, but put up with you because they feel sorry for you and the fact you always do their homework for them, so they let you sit by them and sometimes talked to you if they have nothing better to do. I can tell Your fucking sick of it all, and your parents don't help, always pushing and nagging you to get better grades and scores on your tests as well as making you go to clubs. It was as if they didn't care how you felt, as long as you were a good daughter and did as you were told. You would murder them all in a heartbeat, but if you did that then you would have to go on the run and that would be problematic as you would have to keep on moving from town to town and find a way to get food and a place to stay each time. Money would be quiet easy to get, you could just kill more people. They would be dead so how would they use it anyway. And everyone is stupid and useless in your opinion anyway and killing doesn't bother you really, does it? you just needed to make sure you don't get caught. Besides that, nothing is really holding you back. You have always had a morbid fascination with blood, guts and gore. It's truly facinating to you, isn't it? But this is only from what I've read in your diary. You keep all sorts of nasty little secrets in there.
Horrible thing always seem to happen to the ones you love or cherish, and you always recive the worst of luck. Take for instence, when you're best friend was hit by that speeding car on the way home from school. You two were walking along the street and that car missed you by inches, leaving you completely unscathed, where as your poor, unfortunate friend was a bloody mess of broken bones and torn flesh, one side of their head caved in and the ground stained a beautiful crimson red with their blood. You were mortified of course. they were you're best friend and now they were gone, never to return. The funeral was an extremly depressing afair. Everyone wearing a sad expression with tear stained cheeks and tears of sadness leaking from puffy red eyes. "they were to young to die" they said, "so much to live for ". You were so heart broken, the two of you were so close. I wish we could be that close. The image of their mutilated body still filled your memory's and it tore you apart, you were so depressed over losing such a dear friend. This was one of the reasons you moved. Your mother said you needed a "fresh start" as she put it, but you knew she just wanted you to get over your friends death so you could move on as you're grades were dropping and you hardly ever left the house if you could help it. She always disapproved of them so she was not very simpathetic towards you. It made me sad to see you like that. you knew running from your problems was futile though. They always find you eventually. They never fade or go away. You have to face them head on.
You're so young and foolish, and yet you fascinate me. I suppose its because you remind me of myself. I'm far more intelligent of course, but still you're so very interesting. By the time you're reading this, I would have sorted all you're "problems" out for you. You're probably wondering who I am, but don't worry because we'll meet soon. So very soon. You've only just got back from school and you've found this letter on you're bed. I placed it there especially for you, because I knew you would find it. I know you very well by now, I've been watching you for quite a while. I probably know you better then you know yourself. And its become too hard for me to just watch from afar, I love you and I want us to be together forever. So don't worry. You're saviour is coming to get you and we are going to be so happy. I'm just outside you're door right now and I can hear your heavy breathing and sobs, but its okay because you'll be so happy after I save you. We'll be perfect toghether.
Trust me
Love,
you're savior ❤
