Dear Angie.

Chapter Three

7th May 2007

Dear Angie, 

I've tried so had to avoid thinking about the dream, but whenever I do so, the biting jealousy comes back, and all I can think is, God, I want to kill Anita Sommers. 

So I stay in my room, furiously scribbling away an essay on Abraham Lincoln, or trying to memorize a chemical formula. I've memorized the entire periodic table, and next to me right now is a thick stack of random essays on historical figures. I've even attempted to read one of those putrid romance novels, but they don't work. I cannot sleep, because I'm too scared that the dream will come back. My eyes struggle to stay open. Once I fell asleep, but it was empty and bleak, a grey void.

Oh Angelissa, I do not know what to do. I have no one. New York seems to have awakened a snarling beast, locked in a cage. Or perhaps it was my separation from Claire. Maybe it was there all this time. I DON'T KNOW! THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID. 

9.30 pm. 

Fiona's room is quiet.

Something is wrong. She brought home another boy today. I didn't like him, he smelled like ash. They were arguing loudly, and than... nothing. I can hear Fiona crying. I'm going to go and check it out. 

Love, 

Lia

8th May 2007, 1.13 am. 

Fiona killed him. 

No, WE killed him. 

His name is Johann. 

I quite like the name Johann. 

We killed Johann.

We killed Johann. 

We killed Johann. 

I guess he won't be smelling like ash anymore. 

That's funny. 

Maybe I'm in shock. 

Nah, it was fun. 

I like it. 

Johann. 

I like that name.

Don't you, Angelissa?

8th May 2007, 2am. 

I like the crystally things. And the white things. 

They're pretty. Like stars. Pretty stars, I've just eaten stars. 

Hmmm... I LIKE STARS! 

Fiona doesn't seem to like them. 

She's crying again. 

Well fuck. 

I'm going to go and eat some more stars. 

Do you have stars wherever you are? 

8th May 2007

Oh God. 

I woke up next to Fiona, naked. I can't remember anything. The last few entries don't make any sense. 

Shit. What did we do last night? Did we.... have sex? Did I take drugs? 

Fiona is asleep. I have to ask her what happened.

Everything feels wrong, Angie. I'm losing control. 

-Lia

Sorry for it being so brief. Huh... 

Well, thanks for reading.