Bruni Alternate Ending

“The sixth “diary” installment sent to her by the Gentlemen Caller had arrived at her West Los Angeles apartment early that morning. As had been the case with the previous diary entries, the killer supplied the precise location of a murdered woman’s body before starting into his obsessive, psychopathic message for her.”

Her details about her life are vibrant and comprehensive. She talks in detail about the events that the ladies attended, what they wore, and even the places they stood on the wall. (Murasaki, 65) Most of her diary is simply recording what is happening around her, but sometimes she

Flipping the last page back, there was two black and white pictures; I gently picked it up, having one on my left and right hand. Tears started to flow down from my cheeks as I fully analyzed it; it was a picture of Mama, Papa, Berthold and I. It was taken when it was Hanukkah, we looked so happy; it looked like nothing bad had happen to this family. The next picture was taken when I was in the camp, I looked horrible, once that little girl who had that meaningful smile has been swept off with an upside down smile. Brushing my fingers on the two photos, my cries grew louder as I read the last sentence; “never forget who you are -

Also included within the story itself are pictures of her life before and after, as well as, pictures of her children, the backyard prison, and journal entries she wrote herself while held captive. These add greatly to her ethos and credibility but also appeal largely to the reader’s emotions. They make the story that much more relatable. This is an absolutely gripping and emotionally heart wrenching story done in a perfect way.

Everything was taken from Lyla, her house, car, luxury because of loans and her irresponsibility. She stopped going to school and doing concerts. Her day and night were spent in search of the person who killed her parents. As usual, she went to the restaurant to eat a hamburger and discuss the issue but Sally wasn’t there. So she went to sally’s house, her guard opened the gate and told that she can wait inside, sally will be there in an hour. So, lyla sat there because she had to ask if she can help in finding the girl. As they were best friends so she went into her bedroom and sat in bed. She suddenly felt something under the pillow. It was sally’s journal. At first, lyla hesitated, but then she decided to read it, after all they are best friends and share everything. On the front page it was printed with bold marker:

“Hello!” Screamed Irene, “Is anyone here! I need help! I have cuts and bruises! Is there a doctor nearby?” Sadly, it was just her wandering the streets. Soon she sees a figure that looks like it might be a person, so she runs toward it.

She turns to see a very realistic looking rat. She screams in fear and calls her husband.

Cloud sits in his grandparent's living room, bored out of his mind. In comes his sister, Crystal, and plops down next to him. "Bubby, play with me!" She whines. He smiles at her sweetly. She is quite a bit younger than him; ten years, in fact. She is seven and not past her years of an over-active imagination. He, however, is seventeen and just as imaginative, if not more, than his little sister. He doesn't mind it too much; viewing the world as inspirational and bonding with his much younger sister. In his opinion, the only bad thing is how out of place he is at school. They just don't understand.

The way she looked at him sent shivers down his spine. He knew that look and couldn't help feeling like a roasted pig on a buffet table. He loved it!

Juvia pried the woman’s hand off her vest, quickly shuffling away from the woman’s phone. Juvia rubbed her ear, half wondering if she could still make a break for it. She took a deep breath and shook her head, squaring her shoulders. “What does Juvia have to do?”

“Never seen that man before in my life.” he voiced, tilting his hat down more. Irritated, the female stomped away, heading to the next table. His hazel eyes followed the woman until she ended up at the other end of the bar. After gulping his drink, he faltered to the back door with a concerned look on his face. He prayed that the female distracted herself with the other bar patrons.

Bella Storm walked down the sidewalk, waving to passersby, petting familiar dogs. Bella surveyed her town, she knew it well. Bella had lived in this town since she was born. She was walking down Bluebird Avenue when she came across something strange. An old, worn-down building, with peeling paint and crumbling bricks. Bella was puzzled, she’d never seen anything like this before. She walked up to the building and tentatively knocked on the door.

She starts tracing the pattern of the paper and soon becomes convinced that there is a woman trapped within it. As the main character’s journal, the

hard on you.” She begins to see her grandmother as a hero and the strength she has. On page 30,

She reached out and touched his hand, what she saw was not normal, was not right, but before we tell this story we need to go back a few hours…