1 Prologue

It appeared, a sillhouette of a girl sitting on a swingset, with her head down. It was night, nothing except the squeaking of the swing was heard. The only thing that could let you see was the lampost, that didn't produce much light.

A fifteen year-old girl with a small build that you could mistaken her for being nine. She slowly started swinging and giggled a little. Swinging higher and higher as she went. Her laugh would grow bigger, along with it. Suddenly, a crash.

People flooded the chat. "That girls a psycho, imagine laughing at a passerby having a near-death experience.." they commented.

The rustling sound was heard as she was looking for her phone. Picking up the phone and bag that she had, as she walked underneath the lampost. Her face was in view.

There was blood coming from the left side of her face, her hands scraped. She had short black, un-kept hair with long bangs. Dressed in a ripped dress and coat. She placed the phone infront of herself and held a teddy bear. Nothing happened, yet you could tell she was staring at you through your screen. Even if you couldn't see her eyes, she is watching you. Watching a girl through your screen. Her video diary.