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Dear diary,

It was my sweet sixteen, only it was anything but sweet. People say that it's supposed to be a dream come true, only mine was a nightmare that I can never forget.

Two gunshots. That was all it took for my heart to freeze and blue eyes to widen in terror. My smile fell as quickly as a pebble into water and all we could do was run.

My birthday was another's deathday. Who? I have yet to find out.

Signed with a kiss,
Emmy