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Myspace Trauma

My mom said she was going to be at the store for an hour and my dad was locked up in his office swamped with work, so this was my chance. I wasn't allowed to have a myspace, but when my parents weren't around and no one was watching I went on anyways. Something in the family happened that made them so protective, but they never told me what. Cautiously, I walked toward the laptop, opened it up, clicked on Internet Explorer, and typed www.myspace.com. In seconds up popped my myspace, pictures and all. I loved meeting new people on this website. I would talk to them for a while and then choose a place to meet them in person. It was lots of fun. I scrolled down to the comments box and looked at all my new messages, reading them and deleting all the unimportant ones. I then came upon a message from someone I didn't know. Yes! I thought to myself. Another friend! This is what the message read: "Hey Laura, I loved the pictures you posted. You look really good. –Tom" I started to type a message back but then stopped and looked around again in case anyone was spying. The message I typed back read: "Hey Tom, thanks for the compliment. It's nice to meet you. –Laura" It didn't even feel like a second when a response popped up. "Your welcome. It's nice to meet you too."
We talked for a while about stuff like family, friends, and things like that. In the middle of a conversation he asked me how old I was. "I'm 18." I told him. But in reality I was only 14. He told me he was 22 and I let out a loud gasp. "Honey, are you okay?" My dad yelled from his office. "Yeah, I'm okay." I yelled back to him. I looked at the clock, 10:58 a.m. My mom left at 10:00 to go to the store. I heard the garage door open and close and the doorknob start to turn. What am I doing just standing here! I told Tom I'd talk to him in a couple of minutes, quit myspace, shut the computer, and sprinted to my room. "Laura, I'm home!" My mom shouted when she walked into the kitchen. "Hey mom, I'll be in my room!" I closed the door and locked it. While I was talking to Tom on the Internet he gave me his number. I picked up the phone and punched in the number he gave me that I had written on a piece of paper. The phone rang once and he picked up, like he was waiting for the phone call. "Hello?" "Hey Tom, it's me Laura." "Hey!" he said excitedly. We spoke for the rest of the day I even skipped dinner. "I have to go. I'll talk…" I started to say but then he interrupted me. "Do you want to come over and meet in person tonight?" He asked me. "I don't know…" He interrupted again. "Come on, it'll be fun." He started to nag like a little boy. "My parents would never let me." "They don't even have to know; you sneak out and come back before they know you're gone." He persuaded me so much that I finally said, "Alright."
I hung up and thought of a plan to sneak out. I finally thought of one and put it in action. I opened the window in my room slightly so I didn't have to open it late at night and set off the alarm. I set my alarm clock for 1:00 a.m. and got into my bed waiting to fall asleep. I then thought of something. This is the reason my cousin got killed 3 months ago. She snuck out to go to someone's house she didn't really know and she ended up getting killed. "Yeah right," I said to myself. "Tom wouldn't do something like that, he's nice and I know him. He would never hurt me."
My alarm clock went off and I jumped out of bed. I walked slowly toward the window so no one could hear my footsteps, opened it, and jumped all the way down to the lawn, lucky not to get hurt. I pulled out a piece of scrap paper from my pocket that I wrote Tom's address on. I realized he didn't live to far from my house so I hiked all the way there. When I finally got to his house I walked up to his front door and rang the doorbell. He didn't answer so I rang it again. At last he opened the door and he welcomed me in. "You can have a seat on the couch." He said to me. "Make yourself at home." I strolled to the couch while Tom was in the kitchen preparing something to eat. I sat on the couch and looked to my right. My eyes opened wide from what I saw. It was a girl, lying there…dead! "AAAAAAA" I screamed. Tom came into the room with one hand behind his back already knowing why I screamed. "Sorry, I must have forgotten to put her away." "What did you do to her!?" I shrieked. "I killed her. What do you think I did?" He said with no reaction. "I should have known not to come." I said to myself aloud, crying. "Too late now." He smiled a wicked smile and removed his hand from his back. In his hand was a steak knife.
I started running for the front door but he jumped in front of me, blocking it. He swung the knife but he missed. I ran for the back door, but it was locked. I turned around to try to find another exit, but recognized Tom had disappeared. I crept toward the front door knowing he was hiding somewhere. I was almost there when he leaped in front of me. I tried to kick at him but he grabbed my leg and I couldn't yank free. With the knife in his hand, he stabbed my upper leg and finally let go. I collapsed on the floor in front of him trying to hold in my screams. He knelt next to my face, so close I could feel his breath on my forehead. He grasped the steak knife, with the gleaming tip facing my chest. "Stop! Please! No!" I cried. With nothing left to say, he pierced the knife into my heart, with the wicked smile on his face. Gasping for air, I remembered that the man who killed my cousin was never caught. I asked him a question that burdened me from the start. "Are…are you the one who killed my cousin?" He stood up and walked to a closet in the back of the room. He opened the door and took out the body that answered my question, my cousin's body. With my last breath I asked another question, though I knew I wouldn't have enough time to hear an answer. "Why?"