So why did the streetfighter and the streetballer cross the Viscount Street?

Everyone has secrets. Everyone, including Alana Vega. Alana Vega is a stalker. Plain and simple. So what happens when Alana's mother finds her Journal full of information on their neighbor, Rosie Matthews? Let's find out how a group therapy session for teens affects Alana and her views on other people? Will these people be her worse enemy or her best friends? Read to find out, (I know this description probably sucks ass but please give my story a chance.)

I am Sybil. I am 16 years of age, and already I have killed one person. I live in a Mental Institute called Cherry Hills, and the doctors have no idea what's wrong with me. I hear things you will never hear, see things you will never see. I see dead people.

My Watty Awards 2013 Winner! The fourth installment of the DIMBFF series continues the thrilling journey of a young woman, Faith Williams, battling for her life, and the Angel of Death dragging her further into his world. *** My writing page! Please join! <3 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075 *** DIMBFF Facebook group! Join!! https://www.facebook.com/groups/308207282529485/

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075