Sabotage

Dear Whoever-The-Hell-Would-Read-Someone's-Private-Journal,

It was a regular day, I mean, until it wasn't. I mean, it wasn't even three weeks before- Ugh, I getting ahead of myself. I found this journal over in someone's locker, and I guess I'm in denial. The name's Arelene Owens, my friends call me Lena, so don't do that. I don't know where how to describe what happened, but I know where it began.. I was just a normal girl with a bad rep, and I would give anything, anything at all, to go back and redo everything. My parent's divorce, the rumors, my friends backstabbing me, it was just all too much, I guess. I snapped. Got into a fight, earned my first detention. That's where my spiral of self pity and my "bad girl" image took over my life. That's why I was there that day, that's why.. everything happened.

Excerpt from Sabotage:
Running towards my only safe haven, I was sure I had it made. Until I fell, hopelessly tangled in the roots of a towering willow tree, the branches dancing across my vision as I attempt to get my bearings again. I try to catch my breath as the surrounding darkness pressing in on me, suffocating me and driving away even the idea of a rational thought. The distant sound of footsteps is now sounding merely 100 feet away. As my heartbeat rapidly increases, I strain against my bonds, the looming shadow drawing ever closer, each step ringing in my ear like a gunshot. Mere moments after the set of feet, cloaked in a murky black cloud, enter my vision, silence. Shaking from head to toe, I slowly gaze upwards to the face of my doom, my destruction, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of my assailant, but all I can feel is a slight sense of wrongness, an alarm blaring somewhere off in the deep recesses of my mind, aching for me to leave this place of death and darkness. The figure has no face. In a vaguely high pitch, a wail calls out to me from the distance, almost drowning out the only words I've heard come from my reaper.
"I'm sorry, Lena."