6 October 1997
-Rosie's POV-
Ever since we were little, I thought Charlie was weird.
He was polite, well mannered and fun to be around.
When he wasn't obsessing over birds.
And then he goes and starts sketching them all day instead of being a regular human.
And what's worse?
He'll sketch them decapitated and the guts, and just the anatomy of it.
I can't yet can't be around him anymore.
He's becoming very strange.
He says he sometimes daydreams about being a bird or what it would be line to be some free to do anything, no matter how wrong or against nature.
I hear a tump from outside and the front door opens.
Whys my door opening at 11 at night?
Dads already home from work and everyone's asleep.
I open my door, walk downstairs, and check downstairs who On earth that could be.
As I turn around to face the corridor, everything goes black...........
