Friday, August 16th
Dear Diary,
It's done. The bitch is dead.
The news spread around town faster than I could've imagined. It hasn't even been a full day. I guess I should expect a story to run rampant like that in a place like Grovesville. That's one way to spice up a sleepy town like this one.
In the short time since Sidney Cromwell has been dead, I've taken up the whole writing in a diary thing. Honestly? I see the appeal. It's therapeutic in a way. God knows that's what I need after the night I had.
I have to say despite how stressed I've been, it's quite the rush. It's twisted to admit, but there was this liberation I felt seeing life leave her eyes.
But she deserved it.
How she managed to go unscathed before now is the world's greatest mystery. Whatever the case, my work isn't done. It's not enough to just kill her. There are others who need to pay the price. People are going to learn what it means to feel helpless. What it means to receive retribution. It's my moment now, and what a moment it'll be. It'll be grand. It'll be powerful. It'll be a wakeup call for all of them.
That's when everyone will realize not all secrets should be kept.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Mystery / ThrillerSidney Cromwell--the teenage gossip queen. She loved a juicy secret, especially those she could exploit to her own benefit. So when she's found murdered in her bedroom, the news makes waves in the small town of Grovesville, California. As leads in t...
