January 24, 2018.

Entry 5.

Axel Jackson. Bully and Drug dealer. He is always there. He always knows everything that happens and will happen. He had his sources and knew how to use them. He had the brains and manipulated people just enough to get things done in his favour.

If only he had put his brain inti his school work, he could have achieved so much.

He was the local drug dealer. Everyone knew this. There are not many people you can go to for drugs in this small isolated town. He made tons of money through it. Money enough to feed ten families.

He was involved in so many things that one would lose count.

He supplied the drugs for the murder of Jamie Samuel. He mapped out the murder and told Justin just how to cover his tracks and not get caught.

He told Jessica and Amelia how to blackmail Sadie Angela. He told them how to keep her from going to her parents or the police. He had Sadie by the strings through Jessica and Amelia.

He covered Zach when he murdered Finch. He told Zach what to tell the police and how to get out of the murder case. He had all the paperwork covered.

He taught all of them everything. He was always there, managing and covering everything. It could never be proven. His involvement was covered carefully leaving no solid evidence behind.

He got away with everything. If only I hadn't known. He had his fun now its time for mine. He made his bed and I was going to make him lie down in it.

TARGET – 5 – AXEL JACKSON.

January 31, 2018.

The atmosphere in the school right after the murder of Axel was tense and filled with apprehension. It wasn't a secret that the students in the school were blaming each other for the murders that had taken place over the past week. No one found out who it was, the investigations are still going on but everyone soon everyone is going to be losing hope.

There is no evidence whatsoever. The want to know who the murderer is, is eating me up from inside. I want to know who it is so badly. If I knew who it was, then I could put this whole thing behind me for good.

A sense of relief hung in the atmosphere in the school. Somehow everyone just knew that it was the last of murders that was going to take place. All the students and teachers were shaken up at the thought of the murderer being one amongst them, the fact that the murders took place so close did nothing to quell that feeling.

Apart from that, the news of a body being found had become popular. After a week of searching the body of the boy had been found in the woods behind the school. They said it was suicide. They had found deep cuts in his wrists. The body is said to be more or less a week old. With all these events taking place I close proximity has everyone staying indoors.

It was aired on the news channel that his name was Sebastian Hunters.

The day went on as any day would. The students kept to their own small groups murmuring about the happenings of the past week. The whole school day was silent mostly because no one wanted to discuss what had happened out loud.

It might take a few days but I knew that the hype about the murders would come down in a while and everything would go back to normal.

After finishing school I walked home enjoying the evening breeze blowing in her face. If only I knew who was behind the murders I would be completely satisfied. Everything was over now.

I walked into my house to be attacked by a buzzing noise made by her brother while he flew an aeroplane. I watched amused as my younger sibling spoke to the pilot with an accent.

On my way to my bedroom I was intercepted by her brother still making buzzing noises while delivering a letter addressed to me.

"Someone was at the door today. Said he wanted me to give you this. I swear I did not open the door. He gave it to me through the space below the door", he said.

"What did he look like? Did he tell you anything?", I asked cautiously.

"He didn't say anything. He was thin and pale. He wore a black hoodie so I couldn't see his face", He said running out of the room.

Puzzled I went up to my room to open the letter.

Tearing the envelope open I plucked out the contents. The first piece of paper had just a simple sentence.

I thought you would like to know.

Confused I flipped around the little piece of paper in her hands searching for anything else written on it.

Giving up I took the other sheet of paper which looked suspiciously like the sheets in the diary I had found at the back of the school.

I opened up the letter and began to read.

January 20, 2018.

Entry - 1.

I am Sebastian Hunter and I am going to write about that fateful day that I will regret for the rest of my existence.

The day started off fairly normal. Well, as normal as my day could get. I left home towards school, preparing myself for another day of torture. It wasn't the school that I did not like, it was the students, the bullies that bothered me. It wasn't easy to go through it every single day of your life without a break.

I took the books out of my locker and hurried to class, wanting to enter its safe confines. Surprisingly I made it to class without any interferences. Usually the bullies would stop me and tease me and take my homework and... well you get the picture.

The teasing never failed to get to me. Being gay and having no support what-so-ever gets tiring. I had no support at home or at school. My parents sent me to conversion therapy. Not supportive.

The day went by smoothly. The fact that no one had bullied me today bothered me immensely. It was like the calm before the storm. I didn't know when someone would pounce on me.

I walked home dejected and sad. Just another normal day. I got pulled into the alley. There were shouts and taunts. They beat me up until I was nothing but a motionless doll. I welcomed the pain as it took my mind off of my miserable life.

After a while all five of them left. Left me there to fend for myself. I struggled up and walked back to the empty house.

It has always stayed empty since the day I had come out to my parents. I walked up to the door to find 'FAG' written in big, capital, red letters across the front door. Tears welled in my eyes, managing to slip through and run down my bruises stinging slightly.

I went up to my room, sobs racking through my body. I went up to the medicine cabinet and took out the blade. I had never used it before. After holding back all this while, should I?

If it takes away the pain, is it worth it?

I could always try.

Taking the blade with me I stepped out of the house walking aimlessly. After a while I reached the back of the school. Pained grunts echoed in the night.

I went closer and watched as Zach moved his knife across Finch's throat. I stepped back muffling my cries. I ran from there. I ran into the woods. A short scene, but it shook my whole world.

I fell to my knees and cried my eyes out. I looked at the blade with blurry vision.

I did it. I cut my wrists. But I never meant for it to cut so deep. I never meant to die.

Dear Diary, I am dead

and it was because of these five people.

Justin. Jessica. Amelia. Zach. Axel.

So, I will kill.

Just Five Times.