'I'm afraid of the dark. I've always had this fear, it goes hand in hand with my anxiety. But things have gotten worse recently and that's due to the fact that he finally lost it.  
    He killed everyone.
    I am the only one left and I know where he is hiding.
    I can see his deep, emotionless violet eyes peering through the crack between my closet doors.
    I wish I could make him feel better. All those years, and I was his only friend. But he's too far into the grip of insanity, and nothing sentimental can pull him back.
    I remember when we met, he was so sweet and shy. He bore the most adorable violet orbs I'd ever seen. They seemed to hold a sweet luster. His golden hair fell in perfect wavy locks, aside from the unruly spiral curl that looked to be tickling his bright red nose.
    The snow had fallen heavily the night before and children of all ages were out making the best of this chilly occasion.
    Except him.
    He sat, unnoticed on a bench and waited for someone to allow him to play with them.
    I had watched him for a good five minutes before working up the courage to go talk to him. My small feet carried me over, and I tried to focus on the crunch of snow instead of where they were taking me.
    He must have heard my foot falls because he turned towards me and gave a small smile.
    "Hi." I had smiled and began blushing a little.
    He looked around, expecting to see someone else. But when he didn't he turned back to me and pointed towards himself.
    I nodded and my smile grew.
    His grew as well as he whispered "Hi, I'm Matthew."
    "I'm ______."
    That was one of the most important days of my life. I met my one and only best friend, and as time went by we only grew closer. He became the brother I always wanted and I was the little sister he never had.
    But that all changed when he was once again mistaken for his brother Alfred.
    He came crying to me, and all I did was hold him. Maybe if I'd talk to him more, he wouldn't be gone.
    I just heard something shift in my closet. I think he may be growing impatient.'
    Slowly, she closed her journal with shaking hands and set it on her night stand. Tears streamed down her face as she remembered all the loving memories they once shared.
    She raised her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly. Tears soon stained the front of her thighs as she wept.
    A light creak of her closet door brought her back to reality and she looked up.
    Soulless violet eyes met glistening (e/c) ones.
    Slowly she got to her feet and let them carry her towards him, focusing on the whine of the floorboards instead of where they were taking her.
    He merely narrowed his eyes at her.
    "I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend, Matt." she whispered softly as she watched him raise the hockey stick, preparing to strike.