Emma is dead. She died of shock last night. Her family are at my house.
I dint know what to do with the twenty euros so I have it under my pillow.

I am supposed to be laying low for a bit, as the police said, but I can't.

First off, happy New Year. Every year, my parents would throw a big party at our house for New Years Eve and at twelve o'clock, there would be fireworks and shit. This year, though, we didn't. All we did was was sit around the tv and eat a packet of pringles. Each.

Next, the police found Emma. She was found in the forest, with no injuries what so ever, but her skin was white as snow, lips blue, eyes black and hair silver. Crap.
She's okay but she had to go and get a medical check and then she has been sent to an asylum. Because she claimed she is being stalked by a tall, thin man who could sneak into the hospital room and watching. Except he couldn't physically watch her, Emma said, because he had no face.
Before she left for the asylum, I was allowed in to see her. She was sleeping but I think she was faking because the second I opened the door, she sat right up and pulled her knees to her chest, cowering from the wardrobe.
She didn't speak much, and all through the visit her eyes were glued to the wardrobe area. But at the end, she rummaged through her bag and found her purse. She took two ten euros out of her purse and put them in my hand.
'give these to him for me.'

Thats it! Security reasons or not, Im not gonna post E., C. or J. anymore. Their names are Emma, Claire and John. John was Claire's older brother. Emma was Claire's best friend...

My girlfriend, Abbey, isn't taking any of this well. She starts crying and puking if she thinks about the situation for too long. I stayed with her for the rest of the day. My parents don't mind me being bisexual, but Abbey's parents were pissed when they found out she was a lesbian.
I brought her out to the park, and we went on the swings. I was swinging high but Abba (pet name) was swinging only a tiny bit, barely moving.
Okay, this may sound very bitchy and horrible on my behalf, but I'm glad that no sick psycho took my baby away from me, and I'm glad I didn't take her shopping with me! If I did... She wouldn't be here with me. We'll stay strong together.
I miss C. and I don't think I will be able to cope very well any more, but if they took away Abbey, my lifeline, I..... Never mind. Just, if that sick weirdo who killed my friend is reading this.....

Fuck you, bitch.

E. is missing. The police are trying there best to find her and figure out who murdered C.. But s/he kept no traces at the kidnap and at the shop, s/he only left a symbol carved into the wall...a circle with an x through it... Does anyone else think is similar to my favourite urban legend?
But then again, I am known to be paranoid...

Ok. Fuck logic. Fuck everything you think is right!

E. Was let out of the hospital earlier so my mom and I thought we should take her and her family out to dinner in a nice Italian restaurant down our road.
As I had literally nothing to wear to a fancy restaurant, I went shopping with C., who was dealing with the E. incident pretty badly. She's shaky and acts paranoid, looking over her shouldder every two minutes.
Against the wall of the shop we were going into, was a business man sitting down with his head in his arms. I thought his business maybe had gone bust in this economy. Walking out of the shop was a group of kids running around a tired looking woman who I guess is there mother. I turned around, thinking maybe I should give the sad business man a couple of buck but poof, he disappeared. Ignoring it, we went into the shop.
C. loosened up straight away and was more of her old self. She picked out a cute little blue dress for me and a beautiful pink one for her. We went into the separate stalls and got changed.
Changing was creepy. A giant shadow loomed over me for a bit, but I guessed it was just a Christmas decoration they were moving around. Sure enough, it was gone in a while.
I got dressed in the blue dress and got out of the dressing room, waiting for C.. She took ages until I got annoyed so I pulled back the curtain, not caring if she was butt naked.
No, it was much worse.
C. was in the pink dress, but it had a large rip through the fabric. Her intestines were pulled right out of her and tied around the bar that you put hangers on. The intestines were tied around her neck and she swung there. She had long, large cuts across her arms and legs and her tongue was cut off, eyes gouged out and placed in her mouth. Writing on the wall was 'should've gave him twenty dollars.'
I puked.

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I checked in on E. to see if she's okay. She was really pale. I tried to get her to speak, but all she did was look at me with panicked eyes. She scribbled in the air with her finger, signaling that she wanted to write.
It took ages trying to find paper for some reason, and with each minute, E. got more and more panicky. Finally, we found a small bit of blank paper. E. grabbed it and picked up the pen beside her which I swear wasn't there before rummaging around for paper. Whatever.
E. quickly wrote in giant letters across the page, 'I'm sorry.'
This confused and scared me, but I stayed calm. 'About what?'
But she wouldn't answer! After asking her a few times, she lay down in her bed and curled up in a ball, crying.

What the fuck is going on?!