After a couple weeks, the police answered my mom calls. They said they refuse to do anything for it since I've been dead a while now. I do not understand why they give up on me when I've only been gone a week. Well, I see my killer each day and he laughs and lives like nothing happened. He was tall, my age and no one knew him the real him except me. He was the type of kid, who was a "loner" to himself he was a nobody.
When I first moved here, he treated me like a normal person, everyone just treated me like an alien I mean I only came from California, what was so different? Anyway, he was my best friend for a while then all of a sudden, anything I did made him angry or upset. I went out with new people and he became the loner again. He got angry and controlling over me, he felt that he didn't matter to me.. I wasn't ashamed, I mean people move on right, why can't I?
So, I texted my grandma and asked her what to do with this guy, she text back saying Don't worry about him, he'll get over you faster then dirt.... So I was like all right, glad that it might happen. But it didn't, he followed me took pictures of me and so on.. One night he took pictures of me, in my shower.. How did he get in my house? I felt unsafe so i moved to my friend Penolpe's house which means that he can't find me..
One night, I was walking home and he was there except in a mask, black suit and gloves.. I just don't get why he wants me so bad, he's like the perp on Law & Order: SVU! I don't know how to get him off my skin. I saw him i had 9-1-1 on my phone and started running.. He ran, I just don't know how he caught up to me, I'm the STAR track runner!!
That night i woke up, bleeding and raped...
