When I heard the scream I ran as fast as I could towards the sound. Of course I was too late when I got there. I heard the sound of her screams being cut off and I saw her body slump through the trees. I stepped out onto the track and I saw a figure running in the distance. I didn’t pay much attention to that fact as I raced towards Marlene. I cradled her in my arms; tears streaming down my face…My world would surely end now that my darling was gone…

I wrote the story trying to feel nothing, it was hard. I tried to write the words without emotion…Pretending that this was just another story, that it had nothing to do with me…

I started writing what I knew about Masada – how else would I get my mind off of my Marlene.

Masada and Marlene used to be best friends, they used to work at the Frosty Scotchman, and Masada had been fired from there because of her gothic look…