Dear Diary, I Might Die chapters 1-7

Prologue

“Listen, Kate.” My dad spoke calmly, “It’s not real, it’s not murder, it’s just a freak accident, you need to stop.”

“You, you did it on purpose!” I scream.

“that’s impressive, how could you tell so quickly?” He speaks with a smirk.

How could he do this? After everything?! I sit in the road holding Julian Jones’ lifeless body as he stands over me.

“You always hated her, didn’t you?” I speak, my voice low and scared.

“Of course I did, I saw how you two looked at each other, and I saw the lipstick, you were in love, but I need you single for this arranged marriage, Michael Smith is gonna be your husband. You have to understand, Kate, I did what I had to do!” He spoke still standing tall over me while I sit holding my girlfriend, my best friend, tightly.

“I hate you…” I say standing up placing Jule gently on the ground, I walk towards him and I reach in my pocket. I pull out the pocketknife he bought for me when I was 10 and I jam it into his stomach, “I’m not marrying him, I will never be a Smith, and you’re not gonna be around to make me. My name is Kate Jones”

Chapter 1

sick

Dear diary,

3/24/16

I am Kate Jones, and I might die. Today Marshall Crofford found a dead girl outside of the junior high building. It was really bad, her head was completely smashed in, and her stomach was cut open, police say that it was foul play.

Our town consists of about 50 people, and we all know each other. So, this murder came from someone I know, what if I’m next?! Or my brother or mom?! This is really scary… unless whoever did this isn’t from our town, maybe they were visiting when they did it, or maybe, it’s something else that did this… no that’s impossible, supernatural things aren’t real!

Well, yesterday when I was leaving school, I saw Kinnys Mathews walking home alone, she usually walks home with Sydney Millers, I was confused but I didn’t say anything since we never talk outside of school, and I thought it would be awkward. But I mean it probably doesn’t mean anything, Sydney probably just had to stay at school later, maybe she got detention or something.

I wonder who the dead girl was, the police never published who she was, all they said is that a 12th grade girl was found dead with her head smashed in and her stomach cut open, hopefully they’ll say who it was. I really hope it’s not one of my friends, I mean yeah it sucks either way, but I already lost a friend to a “drunk driver” (that I had to spend 2 years in juvenile detention over). I can’t handle another loss.

I’m still worried about Sydney, we’re not super close but she’s still someone I like. I’m just telling myself she had detention and will be at school tomorrow. She missed school today… she was probably just sick, just sick. Sick, that’s what you would call what happened to that poor girl, whoever did that to her is a sick person. It’s absolutely disgusting, I don’t know who the girl was, but she definitely didn’t deserve this. It’s sick.

Well, enough of the murder talk I kinda wanna try to not think about it, so I’m gonna write about Candice McCurdy, God she’s so pretty, I love everything about her, her laugh, her sense of humor, her face, her hair, her voice, just her everything. I don’t know if she even likes girls, but it doesn’t matter, I’m taking this crush to the grave, she will never know I like her, I just watch from afar. Also, it would be weird if she found out I like her, we only ever talk in 6th period, so she barely knows I exist.

God is there nothing I can write about that makes me happy? that sucks, I just don’t know what to do, I’m scared, what if someone I know dies, again. I feel sick to my stomach. This world is so sick, I’m gonna do some research on murder cases. I know I’m just a high school girl, but I want to figure this out since no one in our town cares enough.

It’s terrible, no one cares about the girl that died enough to do any research, her poor parents, I can’t imagine what they must be going through right now, I feel so terrible for them, I hope me, or someone can figure out who, or what, did this, and lock them up!

I really need to stop thinking it’s something supernatural, it’s obviously not, it CAN’T be. But if it is… let’s just hope I have enough salt, heh.

God this is stupid, I just can’t imagine someone doing this to someone they know, yes, some people don’t like each other in this town, but it’s still insane that someone would go this far just for a little pettiness. Disgusting. Gross. Horrible… Sick.

Some people in the world are just terrible, Ted Bundy, Jeffery Dahmer, Jack the ripper, HH homes, John Wane Gacy, but this is the first murder I’ve ever experienced, I live in Mooresville, Alabama, there is under 60 people here, and yet we have a killer.

We all know each other, and from the outside, we all like each other. But when you live here all your life you start to really look around, you realize the faces some people give each other. Who smiles when they talk to certain people, and who scowls, we aren’t all friends. And we know it.

This town is sick.

Chapter 2

Published

Dear diary,

3/25/16

Sydney Miller is dead. The police just published the full story, Marshall Crofford, 7th grade, left school at 3:32pm, he stayed late to make up a test. He left through the 8th grade 3rd door to get to his bike without walking around the entire building, stopped at the dumpster to throw away his old test. While he was at the dumpster, he saw a shoe and went near it, he moved a trash bag and saw Sydney Miller, dead.

Today at school, no one was smiling, the teachers didn’t give us assignments, they knew we were grieving. Kinnys was in the worst state; Sydney was Kinnys’ best friend. Poor Kinnys.

I’m happy they finally published the story, but I wish they didn’t need to, I wish that she never died.

I’ve done some research on killers, they almost always know the victim, well I already knew that, helpful. Most killers in small towns don’t stop at one, which isn’t good. But this may not be a normal killer, maybe, Sydney will be the only victim, but it’s unlikely, shit.

God this actually sucks, I don’t know what to do, police say that there is no evidence. Mashall is their only suspect. And I know Marshall, he wouldn’t do this. If they’re gonna suspect a child, it should be my stupid brother. I can’t call him that, he may be next, I love my brother, I really do.

I feel like it’s an adult, targeting kids, to make kids more suspicious. But it’s a big stretch, I just want to have at least one theory. I can’t believe this is real, not a nightmare.

Oh! Someone’s at the front door.

It was Kinnys, she came over because she heard me talking at school about figuring out who killed Sydney. I told her what I knew, she left shortly after, I wonder if she knows someone who hated Sydney enough for this. I’ll talk to her tomorrow.

I wonder if it was an animal that did this, maybe some wolf or bear got near our school and attacked Sydney. I mean, I hope not, that would be one persistent bear. The clean wounds on Sydney’s body couldn’t have been caused by a wild beast it was too… perfect?

Chapter 3

Kinnys Mathews

Dear diary,

3/26/16

I spoke to Kinnys today. She said she left so abruptly because she realized the time and had to get home, I don’t believe her. I asked again and told her I knew that wasn’t the truth.

Before I could react, she pulled me into a broom closet and shut the door.

“Jeez what the hell Kinnys?!”

“I don’t want people to hear me say this.”

“Okay?”

“I think it was Sydney’s dad.”

“WHAT?!”

“Okay just listen, Sydney never told anyone this because she didn’t like talking about it or thinking about it but, her dad hated her, like, a lot.”

“Okay, let’s just, meet after school to talk about this.”

“okay”

We left the closet and continued with our classes. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said. Did Sydney’s dad really hate her? That’s terrible.

Kinnys walked home with me, and we went up to my room, my mom wasn’t home for another hour and my brother is staying the night at his friend’s house. Kinnys said that she was one of the few people Sydney told about her dad. I mean I would think so, they were best friends. Kinnys said that whenever she stayed at Sydney’s house her dad was cold towards her. She said that Sydney’s dad would be yelling downstairs the whole time until he came up to yell at Sydney.

Kinnys asked if she could stay the night, I agreed, and we watched a true crime documentary. It was pretty helpful.

She’s currently laying on my bed since she fell asleep during the documentary. I’ll just sleep on the floor.

Anyway, she said that Sydney’s dad had threatened to kill her dog multiple times. That’s seriously messed up. I’m starting to agree with Kinnys about the dad theory. It disgusts me that someone’s own father could treat them like that but, it is a real thing in the world. Gross.

Chapter 4

Best friends

Dear diary,

3/29/16

Alice Smith, my best friend, was pronounced dead 5/28/16 4:23pm. She was found by me. I got detention for skipping school on the 27th due to being sick in the morning, my mom forgot to call in, so I got detention. Kinnys left my house after I told her I couldn’t go to school. She was found dead on the 27th at 2:48pm. Both Alice and Kinnys were found the same way Sydney was.

My best friend is dead. I barely got out of bed today. Not only is she dead, I was the one that found her, laying there, cut open. I saw her like that. I FOUND HER DEAD. Kinnys lost her best friend, but she never had to see her like that. I did. It’s not fair. Alice is fucking dead! Kinnys and Alice were both dead on the same day. The killer’s taking out more than one at a time. This isn’t good.

Kinnys was found in the street, but she was found in the middle of the day. That doesn’t make sense. If she was just out in the street dead she would have been found as soon as someone drove down that road. Police say she was killed at least 6 hours prior to being found which means, someone moved her body.

Chapter 5

7 bodies

Dear diary,

4/2/16

7 dead bodies, piled on top of each other, next to a tree with initials in a heart; A+R. It’s not just a coincidence, 7 bodies next to the specific tree, it was no mistake. The letters mean something.

A+R, who are they from? Is one of them the killer? Or maybe they know who the killer is? Or working together? This is confusing.

The people next to the tree were; Macy Dane, Sarah Baker, Nathan Prince, Aubrey Wilkins, Blake Jones, Mina Brown, and Kayla Thompson. All kids in junior and high school. Two 8th, one 9th, and 4 12th. It seems twelfth is being targeted, if you also count the previous victims, that’s two 8th, one 9th, and seven 12th. Dammit.

That means I could be next. My grade is being targeted. So, Candice, Candice is also being targeted. That’s not good. Sydney was someone I liked, Kinnys was my friend, Mina was my friend, and Alice was my BEST friend. I’m not letting more people die. I’m finding this killer. And taking them out, with. My. Bare. Hands.

I’m done writing. I might get arrested if I continue writing and somebody finds this. Good night.

Chapter 6

Anniversary

Dear diary,

4/5/16

Saturday, Anniversary of the passing of my girlfriend and “dad”. I’ve tried to move on from Julian, and I kinda did. I have a crush on someone new. Candice reminds me of her, that’s probably why I fell in love so quickly. And as for my dad, I haven’t been happier since he died.

Today me and my mom are going to Jule’s grave. My mom knew me and her were together, I told her, my parents divorced when I was 4. My dad always believed in the old-fashioned stuff. He wanted me to have an arranged marriage, that didn’t work out well for him, he was also, surprise surprise, homophobic. We don’t visit his grave, well, my brother does, makes sense, he always looked up to him. While me and my mom go to Julian’s grave, my brother goes to dad’s.

We just got back. I put lilacs on her grave, they were her favorite, we only got to spend one valentines together, I got her lilacs.

I still think it was my fault, when she got hit, she was leaving my house, my dad was coming to pick me up, and he saw her leaving, with a lipstick print on her cheek. And he knew, and he was pissed.

I was only 15.

My mom’s name is Mary Brown, I was gonna go by her maiden name after my dad died, but I prefer Jones, it just… makes me happy. Just like Jule did. I cried today, like, a lot. I mean what was I supposed to do, Laugh? When I got home, I found an old diary entry. I’m gonna rewrite it.

“Dear diary,

I am Kate Harris and today is my birthday, I’m 15 and my life is perfect. Sure, my parents are divorced but it’s not so bad, my dad’s gonna pick me up today at around 2:00pm but in the meantime, my mom and brother are downstairs making me a “super awesome surprise” but, I’m just excited for tonight at 6:00, my dad said I could invite some friends over and have a party. He’s gonna buy cake and games and decor!

My girlfriend, Julian Jones, is coming over at 12:00 and is gonna hang out until like 1:45 so my dad doesn’t see her. But, today is gonna be fun!

Current time, 2:14. I stabbed him. I had to. Jules was leaving my house and I gave her I kiss on the cheek before she left. My dad came to pick me up early, and saw it, he hit her with his car, on purpose. I used the pocketknife he gave me, and I stabbed him.

The police are here, I’m going to juvey. I don’t regret it. I’m gonna plead my case as self-defense. He hit her on purpose so I was scared he’d do the same thing to me, so I killed him. I am no longer Kate Harris; I am Kate Jones.”

That day sucked, on my birthday too! Oh yeah, I’m 18 today, Oh my god! I have like a month and a half left of school then I’m off to college! (if I don’t get murdered before then) I want to be a nurse. I go to a medical school that I had to pay to get into, I have all A’s and am just, great.

I’m done writing, I’m going to bed.

Chapter 7

done

Dear Diary,

4/9/16

I’m so fucking done with this shit. The only thing on the news now is just “Found murdered” “murder murder murder” AND I’M FUCKING DONE at this point I want the killer to kill me because I’m so sick of that being the only thing I ever hear about. Because most of the kids were found dead at school, we have to do online school. Which is hell.

I tried to convince my mom to let us move but she said no. Which is really fucking stupid. If I was a mother and my two children were in danger of getting gruesomely murdered, I’D GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE. She just wants us to get murdered at this point.

I’m done even trying to figure out who’s doing this. I’ve lost all hope. I don’t care anymore. I just don’t. I’m currently watching the news, I don’t know why. It’s all the same. “School student found dead blah blah blah found by someone, somewhere, at some time.” It’s stupid.

Welp, I’m a suspect apparently. I got arrested for murder but had a short sentence since it was technically self-defense. Now, they’re suspecting like the only person guilty of murder in our town. I don’t care. I really don’t. They can arrest me if they want. At least I’ll be safe in jail. I don’t give two shits if they think I’m the killer. I know I’m not. On the news they are saying I’m a suspect. Jesus, I thought they would at least warn me. Apparently their taking me in for questioning.

I just got a text from Alice’s number. “Come find me” That’s just gross.

Jesus Christ, 18 kids found dead. Wtf. That fucking number keeps texting me. “Your brother’s next” now I’m mad. “Don’t fucking touch my brother” No more texts. Fuck.