Tyler

Chapter one: The beginning

Sabrina POV
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DEAR DIARY,

I don't know what to do anymore, things happen by accident but I don't know how to confess what happened. Tyler's name has been on the news WAY too long, that I can't even watch T.V. I can't face his parents anymore. The sadness in their eyes just kills me, ( No pun intended ), I just don't know how to confess the truth. People will think I'm Crazy, a Psychopath, Which I'm NOT. One part of me is just wanting get it over with but HOW, I know what will happen to me if anyone found out about my incident with Tyler. What would I say?

That...I....

KILLED TYLER???

I didn't mean to, it just happened....... WHY....WHY....WHY..........

Love,

Sabrina

I slammed my diary down and sighed. What am I going to do?!!?

I got up and walked over to my window. I watched as Tyler's mom sat on their front porch steps with her face in her hands as her husband comforted her.

I felt my throat start to burn and my eyes water as my vision blurred.

I plopped down on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

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"Hey, Sabrina! Sabrina I did it, see! Over here!"

I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut...I knew that voice all to well..Tyler...

I couldn't stop it, it was as if an invisible force took over my body.

I turned around.

Tyler was waving to me from the top of the huge oak tree at the school courtyard. I smiled and waved.

CRACK.

Not again. No no no! I ran to try and help but how?

"Sabrina, don't let me die again! Please help me!"

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. THUMP.

I don't know why I looked down but when I did I saw Tyler, his arms and legs twisted ways that look demonic.

TYLER TYLER TYLER

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I woke up, my mouth dry, clothes and pillow soaked with sweat, and my face dry with tears. "TYLER!" I shouted as lightning lit up my room.

My door flew open as my worried mom burst into my bedroom.

"Honey, honey, it's ok, honey calm down." Reassured my mom.

"Tyler!", I sniffed, "He's dead because of me, mom, I couldn't save him, and now he's out to get me!" I cried into my moms arms.

"No no no, honey it wasn't your fault, you couldn't of saved him. It was all just a horrible, sick coincidence."

If only you knew.

"Now honey go and dry your face and try to go back to sleep, ok?" Said my mom.

I nodded in response.

I walked to the bathroom and shut the door. I turned the faucet on and got a handful of water and splashed my face. As I grabbed the towel I looked up into the mirror and gasped.

There was a face. But not just any face.

It was the face of Tyler.

His face was pale and covered in dirt, and his normally brown ruffled hair was now matted down with leaves and sticks poking out in every direction. His eyes looked bloodshot and sunken into his skull. He reached out his bony hand and wrote the two most horrific words on the other side of my bathroom mirror.