The diary.
I'm about to end it right then and there but all of a sudden I hear a thump on the ground. I lower the gun slowly, 'what was that?' I think to myself. I slowly and hesitantly step out of bed.
Curiosity hits me when I see a red book laying on the floor. I examine the book before slowly bending down to pick it up.
I try to open the book but it's locked. Tugging on the lock won't work so I look around the room for something that could be helpful.
I spot a rusty old screw driver on the floor so I bend down and pick it up. I lay the book down softly and grip the handle on the screw driver tightly.
In a swift motion I bang the screw driver down on the lock causing it to break. "Carl what was that!?" My dad yells. Panick fills me as I try to think of a good excuse. "I- I hit my head on my dresser, sorry!" I lie. He doesn't answer so I get my attention back to the book.
I open the book and see written in it...
Ron Anderson
My eyes widen and I slam the diary closed. I look at my gun but then back at the book. I slowly open the book back up and flip to the first page.
Tears role down my cheeks as I read the page.
September 23, 2:03AM
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Sorry guys for the HUGE writers block. I have been so busy with school and everything... Hope you guys understand! Do you guys like the chapter? It was little xD
×Allyah
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Fanfictionwhen a boy named Ron thinks there is no other way out so he takes the easy path, but well anyone miss him?
