Entry Diary #18,

From cravings to lust, I watch their window opposite my own bedroom. Eagerly I sit out of sight to watch their clothes slip off from their delicate porcelain skin to reveal their vulnerability when they are without protection.

I see his eyes move across his room, as if they can feel that they are being watched. They are indeed, by my own eyes.

Then they close the curtains making me unable to capture a glimpse of his nakedness.

Entry Diary #22,

This morning I walked into school, where everyone is huddling around a locker. I did tread lightly but managed to see what the commotion was. On his locker exactly, there was writing in blood saying:

										YOU WILL BE SORRY

I became confused with the other people, but now I chuckle to myself knowing exactly what it means.

Entry Diary #30,

I sat next to him in English earlier. Theo asked me a question on Macbeth about how he isn’t a man.

It’s a little bit ironic, to think of it now as I said, “he isn’t a man because he is scared to face his fears. His fear being his friend Banquo.” I was hinting to Theo, to face _his own fears, _while I knew I am his fear.

Entry Diary #37,

We got into an argument about something stupid, where I accidentally slipped the words out “i love you”. He screamed at me, making me wish I was dead. The words he used were against me saying rude things about my personality, things that are my flaws. He provoked sadness in me, now I am quietly grieving my own grave.

Entry Diary #42,

I waited for him outside his football club. Then I followed him home in the other direction so that we would be forced to have a conversation.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“No we don’t. Stay away from me Lola,” he said before departing into his own home.

Entry Diary #45,

I was holding a knife earlier where I watched a tear fall down in my reflection of the sliver blade. But then I smiled to myself, thinking how great it would be to use this knife against his throat.

Entry Diary #50,

I did it.

Entry Diary #60,

They found his body two months later hung up in a tree. Apparently someone was walking through the forest and they stumbled upon it. But the case became cold as they was no evidence tying itself to a killer, just a suicide.

They say in the news that he was receiving threats from someone as they knew a secret of his. He was frightened they say. He would do anything to keep it a secret, so he buried it in his grave.

But tonight, I’m digging the secret from his grave and now everyone will know what exactly he has done.

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Thank you for reading this. Honestly this is something that I haven’t written before as it is out of my comfort zone and it is a creative choice that I made to leave out some diary entries to add to the thriller suspense of this. Let me know what you think and if there is anyway to improve this.