January 26, 2018.

It has been a week since I witnessed the murder. Each and every passing second of the week has been hard and painful. It feels like I was just dragging myself through my life, just watching outside the car window, scenery just flashing by. Witnessing what had happened to Finch and knowing that I couldn't do anything about it bothered me to no ends. I hated the fact that there was nothing I could do. It only made me despise myself beyond belief.

It made me feel weak.

Every time I saw Zach Reynolds the night of the murder flashed mercilessly before my eyes, never giving me a break. The way the knife had glided across his neck, cutting through his skin was sickening. Zach had done it so easily, he had seemed to do it without a second thought, did he not have a conscience?

Every Friday morning, I have to see him and every time, all I think of is that fateful night Finch lost his life. Whatever he had done, I did not know, maybe something unforgivable, maybe nothing at all, I may never know this. But I do know that no one deserves a death like that. Karma would do its work in its own sweet time, and if we are lucky enough we get to watch.

Today was Friday and I was in no mood to see that two faced son of a bitch acting all innocent. It was horrifying sitting by and watching him joke around with his friends like nothing was wrong, like he hadn't costed a person his life.

I woke up today morning feeling miserable. I wanted to do nothing the whole day. I just wanted to sit by and watch from the side-lines as life passed by in its own slow pace speeding up during happy hours. I had woken up with the same nightmare I have had since that day. Today it was just worse. The fact that it was Friday did nothing to lift my mood.

It always started out the same.

I stood outside the gates of the school as the wind picked up blowing my hair. The sky was overcast with heavy grey clouds waiting to burst. I walked towards the side of the school in slow but determined steps. I knew that something was wrong. I wanted to stop, each and every time but I never did, I just couldn't. I walked towards the scene of the crime with tears flowing down my cheeks to witness the scene again and again.

Usually it just stopped there but today Zach turned to look at me. He stared right at me and started advancing towards me with a mad grin on his face. He staked right towards me with the blood covered knife.

I woke up screaming for him to stop drenched in cold sweat. Today, I just didn't want to go to class early in the morning just hours after I had recollected the murder, just to face him, Zach Reynolds, that was a nightmare come true. I didn't want to go to class, so I didn't.

I made my way to the back of the school. No one ever came out here. It had been deemed creepy and haunted for the longest time. Not believing in ghosts, I had no problem going back there for some time alone and away from everyone else.

I sat down, my back against the wall and gazed at the scenic beauty in front of me. The school was built on the edge of the woods. My mind blanked out as I made an effort to think of nothing, just to enjoy the back of the school, leaning against a graffiti covered wall not caring about how dirty and unsanitary it was.

I turned my head to the right catching sight of the extended wall. The wall was built a little further than it was supposed to be built, it created a corner with uneven bricks sticking out from the extended wall.

A book was tucked into a tiny crevice in the wall. Curiosity getting the best of me, I made my way towards it. I tugged the book out of the wall wanting to know what was in the book. Not thinking of invading the privacy of the book owner I opened it eagerly.

After all, one would only feel guilty if one thought about it.

I opened the book only to discover the first few pages torn out. Then the writing started and I began to read it.

January 21, 2018.

Entry 2.

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