“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth” - Oscar Wilde
3 weeks ago the killings began in the downtown area of CapeFear. My brother Robert has been under constant surveillance since he is what the police say fit the victimology of the killer. He is jealous since I have more freedom at this time. They found a survivor last night; they thought he was dead. You would probably ask, how do I know this? My best friend Corey Snyder and his friends found Graham. Poor Corey he hasn’t been in a school for the past week because how traumatized he was. He thought Graham was dead and thought he was murdered in the worst way possible. He keeps telling me it was just a bloodbath and he didn’t even recognize Graham. My family has been friends with the Williams family ever since they moved here 10 years ago when I was 5 and he was 4. We shared the common interest of baseball and old movies. Most people don’t know I even like baseball it, they all know me as the girl whose only best friends are long books and old movies. I am just to afraid to make friends since I am always afraid of being rejected. Which has happened more than once. I mean me Graham, and Robert are the outsiders of the dumb ass town. At school the kids are so mean. There was a knock on my bedroom door. “Come in” I yelled. It was Robert in tears. “Is it true?” he cried. “What do you mean?” “What happened to Graham? Is it true he was found dead?” My mind was going a million miles a minute was Graham dead since the papers said he survived. “Yes it is true that they found Graham but they found him alive.” “Can we go see him?” he asked. “Go ask mom and dad and see if they can get in contact with Lucy and Randy.” “Alright” he sniffled. Robert never really cries but he and Graham are good friends even though Robert is 12 and Graham is 14. A few minutes later we came into agreement that we would see Graham tomorrow morning.