• It was prom night when it happened. I went with a guy named Chris, and we went as friends rather than as a date. We had a great night and stayed till about 11. After the prom I went home because it wasn’t one of those hotel proms. When I got home I went to my room. It was cold in there so I got under the covers and watched TV. I stayed up till about 12 then fell asleep. I then woke up to a sound coming up the stairs but paid no attention to it because my parents were home and they might just be going to bed now. So I went back to sleep. Then I heard someone open the door and I said “Get out I’m trying to go to sleep.
    There was no reply.
    I then sat up to see who was there and as I turned my head I felt a man’s hand go over my mouth. His hands were freezing and they smelt of the cologne Axe. I looked up to see the man’s eyes that were holding me but he had a mask. I couldn’t see what he looked like! He then stuck a needle in my arm. I cried and with his hand over my mouth nobody could hear me. It must have been anesthesia because I fell right asleep after that.I didn’t know what time was. I knew from beginning. the non-stop shaking I was in a car. Worse yet, in a trunk. I felt so alone and I was scared. I couldn’t help but wonder how my parents didn’t hear and if they were ok. I knew I wasn’t from the beginning.
    I was trying my hardest to get out of the trunk. There was no way I could get out of there. Then the car came to a stop. I was thinking how I would get out as soon as this person opened the door. Before the stranger let me out, he put a sock in my mouth. He also blindfolded me. There was no escape.

    I felt myself walk into a house. It smelt like cinnamon candles. Then I went down some stairs, into a place that looked like it had a blue light through this blindfold. He then sat me in a chair and took the blindfold off. This room was cold and had blue lights. It looked like an operating room. There were tools all around me. He still had a sock in my mouth, and I started to scream. Nobody would ever hear me.
    I was crying and screaming and he ran his fingers though my hair and said “Shh, it won’t be much longer now.
    I don’t know what he meant by that but it didn’t sound so good. I was shaking like crazy. I did not know what was going to happen next. I was hoping he would let me go, but that wasn’t going to happen.
    He then said “Ok, I am going to stick this in your arm so you don’t feel anything im about to do to you.
    “What are you going to do?” I said, in a mumble.
    “Just a few things, don’t worry it will be over soon trust me”
    “Please don’t hurt me”
    “I don’t know if I can do that for you”
    A tear ran down my face as he stuck that needle in my arm. It was a huge needle and felt like a thousand needles going into my arm at one time. After about ten minutes my whole body felt numb. I could move it but couldn’t feel it.
    I watched him as he made cuts in my arms and legs. I don’t know what he was doing. He then wrote I am sorry for what I am about to do, down my leg.
    I asked him “What are you about to do that you are sorry for”
    He yelled “THIS”
    He stabbed the knife in my stomach and let me free out of the chair
    “Why me?” I asked him with all the breath I had.
    “Because you are the one I went with” He replied
    “You cared enough about me to go to the prom with me”
    “Yes, so why are you doing this?”
    “Because your not suppose to care”
    “Why not?”
    “Because if you care you get hurt!”
    I asked him to take his mask off. It was Chris. He started to cry. I then crawled up the stairs blood dripping from my legs and my mouth. I went to the phone and called the cops to tell them what happened and they were over real soon. They took me in the ambulance. The other cops went down to the basement to get Chris because he had now committed a crime.
    When the got down there they found him, dead with a note in his hand. The note read. “Elizabeth, I am sorry for what I did. I have been in a lot of pain lately and was going to commit suicide. Tonight I snuck in your house while you walked in. I came and got you. I took you to my house and did those things. You want to know why? It’s because I love you and wanted to die with you. I don’t know why I went this extreme, my plan was not to let you go, but I couldn’t stand to see you in pain. I knew you were strong enough to live and get away even in as much pain that you were in. I love you and always will forever now. I hope I go to a good place now. As you are reading this I am dead, never to some alive. You wont have to see the persons face that brought you this misery anymore.
    P.S. You still have my blood in you. Remember we are together in each others blood.

    Your torturer,

    The cops went to the hospital and gave me this note. I was reading it and I tears running down my face. I couldn’t stop thinking about that prom night. He seemed so happy. Now I understand why he would do this but why did he want to commit suicide? That was what I was wondering.
    All is bad now. I loved Chris too and now he is gone and all I have left of him is these scars. I hope I can get better. All I have to do is hope.

    Elizabeth died that night at the hospital of too much blood loss but this is the journal note she left in her diary that night