[Prologue]
A hand slapped across the glass, fingernails clawing against the harsh material.
A girl desperately tried to escape, her bloody hand trying to find any means of freedom. Completely in the dark, her trembling fingers finally felt something that wasn't glass, something that was round and made of metal.
She found a doorknob.
Hitching her breathing, she attempted to turn the doorknob. The second she flexed her fingers, pain exploded through her arm, shattering every thought of escape as it ran. Shrieking in agony, she fell to the floor, clutching her arm to her chest.
Footsteps snapped against the floor, coming closer and closer to her.
"You shouldn't have done that."
Her nightmare began again.
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I'll Write Again
Mystery / Thriller[Highest Rank: #26 Mystery/Thriller] Dear Diary, I think there's a fine line between seeing someone and stalking someone. And I think I've crossed that line. I think I crossed it a long time ago. I'll write again.
