Hear something down the hall, grab a weapon, anything can be used as a weapon. Get cameras, lock doors and windows, sleep next to the back door, but first, making sure everyone is okay.

But the number one rule: Never scream.

There’s no point to it anyway, it’s just that so many people do it for no reason. Yes, it can be scary that people or creatures are after you, trying to kill you or take you. But only scream for danger. Pain: no, scared: no, angry: no, danger: yeah. Whether it’s you in danger or someone else. But how do I know this, I’ve been planning for the moment I become the one who’s targeted for a murder.

I have pots and bells lining the windows and doors, telling me if someone gets into my house. I believe that I was only twenty when all of my friends were murdered and being the last one left, it’s my turn. Police were investigating due to the parents of my friends, though I didn’t have that problem. My death doesn’t affect anyone.

So I’m sitting in my living room, my biggest kitchen knife laying next to me, as I hug my knees. I’m in moveable clothes, ready to run away to one of the houses that have the basements all set up for me to bunker down. I’m pumped with coffee and there’s a cold towel on my forehead to calm my nerves. There’s no reason to be too worried, it’s all planned out.

Ties have been cut with everyone, since I’m pretty sure the murderer is close to me and used to be with my friends. I’ve taken myself off information and I have made sure my neighbors are taking a vacation far away. No one else will be hurt in my process.

I guess that’s all I want, no one to get hurt in the process of me getting hurt. Sad to think that it’s all I want.