"You're finally back," Sam utters casually, her eyes stone cold. Seeing my astonished face upon the sight of the diary, she lifts it up, smirking.

"Did you read my diary?" I manage to ask with much difficulty, as though a fishbone is stuck to my throat.

"Oh . . . tthis? I didn't mean to read it," she says coolly.

"What?" I scoff angrily. "That's my fucking diary!" My body trembles, fear and worries engulfing me wholly.

"I only wanted to return your charger, and by pure coincidence, your lovely diary dropped and flipped." She smiles, a very bitter smile, and I'm stuck to my feet. "Why, Kira? Why this?"...