My Killer's Diary

Friday January 2, 2009
Its been about six months since I first found it. I still don't know who it belongs to or if they know that I have it. I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with it. The one thing I do know for certain, who ever this diary belongs to has killed three people and plans on killing one more...Me!

To be honest I think of myself as a fairly selfish person. Only now that I know for certain that I am marked to die have I even considered handing over the little black notebook to anyone. I often wonder if a stronger person than myself would have turned this in to the authorities long ago. I mean come on, this little dairy of sorts chronologically plots out the course of events that have cost three people their lives and would be instrumental in helping solve those cases. Three people all of which have lived within five miles of my suburban home. Three people of whom I knew in some way or another. For right now however my only concern is that I don't become the fourth. My name is Brie Hart and as odd as it may sound this online journal is my record of my time spent with my killer's diary. If you are reading this I'm guessing that I didn't succeed in keeping myself alive. which sucks, but at least there will be a record of my final days.

P.s. If they make a movie out of my life make sure someone hot like Rachel McAdams plays my role. I might have to come back from the dead and haunt your ass if someone like Sarah Jessica Parker gets cast, I'm way better looking than her.


Monday January 5, 2009
So I know I said that this would be my record of what's going on in M.K.D, (That's My Killer's Diary for short by the way.) but why not spice it up a little by writing about my day also. I'm a pretty interesting person, way more interesting than this psychopath that's for sure. Anyway today was the best day of junior year yet. Jason Stewart asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with him. I know, I know all he wants is a easy piece of ass, but better my ass than Amy Mitchell or any of her bitch friends. I mean come on, he's the hottest senior in my school and probably in any of the other schools around here. It'll certainly boost my standing as the most popular junior in the school and will only cost cramming a dick down my throat for the second half of the movie. It's some Clint Eastwood movie about a car so I doubt I'll be missing much. Anyway I've got some homework and shit to do for school talk to ya later.

Wednesday January 7, 2009
So word got out that I'm going out with Jason this friday. I could tell that Amy knew because she did nothing but shoot me dirty looks all throughout lunch while she thought I wasn't looking. I'm pretty excited for Friday and am even reconsidering putting out. I might not have to right off, maybe play a little hard to get. I know that eventually I'll have to take one for the team so to say, to make sure he stays interested, but for the time being him asking me out has ben the perfect catalyst in setting my queen of the school hostile take over into motion.

Anyway I suppose I've promised that this would be about my killer and not about me so I guess the best place to start is the beginning. It was the end of last July when I found M.K.D lying under the rhododendron bushes that line the front of my parents house. I remember that Spades (that's my dog, or at least was my dog until he got hit by a car last August.) was going nuts barking up a storm and scratching at the door. I went out to see if the neighbors golden retriever daisy was out. Spades had the hots for her and was always trying to get at her. Mr. Ward, Daisy's owner lives across the street and had made it quite clear that he was not a fan of Spades. I don't know what that crazy dogs problem was cause there wasn't anything out of the ordinary going on outside. I was heading back in when Spades pushed past me and barreled out into the front yard. He headed right for the bushes and started sniffing around. I had expected to find a cat or something back there when I got on my hands and knees, but instead fond a little tattered black Mead 70 page notebook just hanging out in the space between the bushes and the house.
Blah, Blah, Blah, Like I said I may make this more about me since I am the main character in this story and I'm sure most people would rather hear about the hot little bikini I bought later that day then how I came across M.K.D. Anyway thats all I've got for now. I'll fill you in on how my date goes, I've got a test friday so I won't have time to write till then.