-This book will contain information that will help you understand the ending, not everything is explained to give you a chance to think on how your opinions of the characters change the story. What do you think of Charlie, Ashley and Samantha. ------ September 12th It was finally spring, I was studying in New York, getting ready for fashion week. It was one of the biggest events in fashion and I was going to be writing a page spread of it. I met up with my friend Ashley. Ashley was very forwarding and always told how she felt no matter what the consequence. Me and her got along, somehow.Sooner we became good friends. I've always inspired to become a designer, having a name that would be as big as Louis Vuitton and coco Chanel. Ashley saw all of my designs and ideas, that was my biggest regret as I later found out. I have to say at the time, I had enjoyed myself and a burst of ideas sprung to my mind. Ashley helped me as she was also an aspiring features editor, she was very good, I looked up to her but I felt she was duplicating my ideas, tweaking them too. I wasn't sure but I could recognise the sketches comparing then to mine. November 18th I just moved into my new apartment. It was only one bedroom but I thought it was perfect. As I looked out I saw a red car pull up to the building opposite, as my apartment was on grove street, it was full of office buildings and many stores. But the red car looked alot like Ashley's? I looked closely through my window and saw it was her, she had some sort of long case, almost like a sniper shape you might say. Then, came A man wearing all black, he was rather pale and seemed to have no facial expression. He sat inside for around 20 minutes, and as he got out he had a large sum of money, I couldn't tell how much, he shoved it into his pocked and scattered from the area. The red car left and I was puzzled. Many thoughts crossed my mind, prostitution? Gambling? Murder? I didn't ever think Ashley was capably of doing such things, but turned out, she did all three. December 1st I've been working on articles for the majority of fall, I can't seem to find time to enjoy myself. Yes, I'm passionate about what I'm doing but sometimes I need a break that I'm waiting along for. I seem to have drifted away from most of my friends and I haven't heard from Ashley for a while, I await to confront her about what I saw, I feel like she would be pissed and end up raging on. I feel like I'm becoming more and more alone, I have my designs that will give me the happiness I await for. Today has been rather wired, I had this strange letter come through my door. It was a quote, "kill the thing that brings a person down for you will rise and earn a crown" I searched the quote, I can't find it. I might call a close friend of mine. I feel unsafe about why or how I got that letter. A few hours later I invited my good friend Zachary over, nothing Sexual, he just brightens the place. We ate, watched a movie and he helped me with some designs. The night past and I felt safe. But that night, there was constant shoots, but faintly. It was no screams or damage, it must of been the pipes. December 16th It's snowing, white is everywhere and Ashley has finally spoken to me, she seems off-topic and didn't ask about my job only herself, her new sketches and how good they were. She's moving up, promotion after promotion. I hate to be impolite but when she saw what she came up with, there was nothing exciting or new to be found. It was the same designs as vogue 1988 fall. This couldn't possibly get her promotions! But strangely it did. Those where the diary entries that was evidence for me to suggest that Ashley was up to something suspiciously. From December until January I didn't contact her, she was changing, like a chemically formed bitch. I had gave the letter that I had into the police as I was very worrying. Fingerprints were confirmed that she sent it, her marks were all over it. Soon ill find out the truth! I best do. She was so sly, stealing my ideas, copying my images, ect. I don't understand, why would she be jealous of me? I stare into the depth of the mirror, all i see is a 23 year old brunet, awaiting for a break. I thought the city was going to be a nightmare but intact there's a nightmare in the city. After a few weeks, I always watched my back, as I calmly cross through Central Park, I see ashley, with Zachary! I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, I stumbled into a nearest tree, over hearing. Yes, I know i was being pathetic but i needed to know why they were with Each other, I didn't even know they were close. As a pause, I hear them. 'You know where she lives right?' Ashley confronted. 'Yes, but she must be sta-' They stop. And I'm caught, they can see me and look at me confused and also shocked at the same time, i know they're talking about me but I ran, my heals were worn down, I couldn't run as fast but I needed to get home, I couldn't stay out. My own best friends are trying to kill me? Widening up my apartment stairs I can hear footsteps also, I had no chance to look, my heart pounded heavy and my breathe was deep. Searching my bag speeding to find my keys I got them, I flung the door and locked it, in panic I place my oak coffee table on front of the door. As I go further back I feel safer. The footsteps have gone, I was alone again.
3 weeks later.
I'm packing up my things, no money, no job, goodbye New York. This is the end for me I guess, nobody will ever want me now. Ashley stole my ideas somehow, she sent them into a popular magazine and got noticed, alot! I have no idea where she is but I hope I never see her again. Same for Zachary. As I'm about to leave I can glance outside, I'm never going to see this place again.
