Janet Hill is a 17 year old girl who is a role model. Beautiful, intelligent and energetic. In short, everyone's favorite. But on that fateful day, her life changes into a before and after.
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Dear Diary, Today is my birthday. Did I really turn 15 years old? This is a very serious number. I should already be thinking about where I should go and what profession I should choose. Actually, I don't want to grow up in any way. I'm scared. But I dare not be sad on this day because my dad came to visit me. I was waiting for him very much. And guess what? He gave me the headphones I wanted. Almost everyone had them at school. My mom made me a big cake, and my brother Mark gave me a ring. A big ring. It looked weird, but it looked beautiful on my finger.
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September 2, 2009.
Dear Diary, I'm tired of telling everyone that I'm fine, that I'm not in any kind of heartache. This is my first birthday that I am celebrating without my brother. When I think back to the day of the accident, my heart starts beating really hard. Do I really deserve to live? Do I really have that right? Sometimes I think to myself, what if I had died with him. I miss you so much Mark.
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Closing my Diary , I hid it behind a picture I'd drawn myself. God forbid my mom should see it. Covering myself with a blanket on the windowsill, I began to look at the ring my brother had given me for my 15th birthday. He said that this ring would always protect me and I should never take it off. It would be like a good luck charm for me. But my brother was right. This ring does bring good luck as I survived a car accident when the car fell into the water. The doctors said it was a miracle.
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There was a knock at the door. - Janet? - Mom? - Janet, I'll be home late tomorrow, so don't wait up. - Okay, mom, how's dad? Did you talk to him? - No, he and his wife are in New York on business. - That's right, he told me. - Well, go to bed. It's late. - Yeah, I was going to. Good night. - Good night. Mom closed the door and went downstairs. Good night, Mark.
I went to the bed, covered myself with a warm blanket, and fell into a deep sleep. "Janet," a quiet voice whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes abruptly. Oh my god, I was lying in my pajamas in the middle of the woods. It was so cold that even when I breathed, steam came out. I was lying on the damp ground, shrouded in dry leaves. I slowly got up, not knowing if this was reality or a dream. A light wind was blowing. Scared, I started to look around my surroundings. There was dead silence. Then the fog spread, it was so thick I couldn't see anything. -Janet! I looked in the direction of the sound. Oh, my God! There was Mark! -Mark! -I screamed. I started running towards him, screaming his name! But suddenly there was a figure of a man behind him. -Janet, get away! -Mark. I'm not leaving without you! -Janet, go away! He'll kill you! Suddenly that figure of a man distorted, and fangs, sharper than a knife, appeared on his face, and they sank into Mark's neck. Mark screamed. -Mark!
