Chapter 1:- Prologue: Hello.
What happened that day was scary. What happened 2 years after was just a coincidence. What’s going to happen to me is what I fear, and this whole experience called my life is stuck with me, and when it’s over, it will scar me forever.
My name is Leanne Brooks. My name should be: Leanne Brooks, dead girl walking. Every time death strikes a loved one of mine, a hole in my chest swells larger, slowly forming the pit and black hole of what’s to come.
This is my diary. Well, this part isn’t my diary, but you’ll know it when you see it. I got this diary when I was 7. In it, I don’t write about boys, or love, or how that friend is cheating on her boyfriend with his cousin’s pet walrus, or any other crap like that.
I like to write about my thoughts. I like to write about death. If you read my diary, they’d probably put me in an insane asylum. And I’m going to let you do just that.