(Tuesday December 6th, 2005 9:56pm)





Voice mail to Kira Tannesa’s cell phone at 7:39, PM:


*muffled voice*: Kira. Hi. I don’t know what to do. I ended up calling you. Can you get back here? I feel like…*line dead*


Phone call to 911 at 7:53, PM by Kira Tannesa reporting possible suicide attempt.


Calabasas High School 5:47, AM:


The staff members to CHS woke up to hell that mourning. The entirety of the Calabasas High School campus was covered head to toe with lollypops. The ones the Kittie Canine had been selling the day before. When the assistant principal had stumbled into her office, she found a single lollypop on her desk. It looked the same as all the others, but it had a short but brief note attached to it.


Students like these. I don’t need them anymore.


Rushing to correspond with the other staff members she soon discovered that this note had been placed with a lollypop on the desk of each staff member. Most disturbing of all was the tiny droplets of blood splattered over the handwriting notes sporadically. School was called off.



Kittie Canine:


Shivering, Kittie arrived home to a dark house. Her roommate, Kira, was out, apparently, leaving Kittie by herself. It was snowing outside, and apparently Kira forgot to turn the heat on before she went out. Shaking her head in annoyance, she wandered over to the thermostat and put it fairly high. Then she attempted to turn on a light, but failed. The powers out. She thought bitterly. Fucking unbelievable. Kittie bolted up the stairs into her room, pouncing onto the bed and staring out the window at the falling snow. For reasons unbeknownst to her, her heart started picking up a rabid pace and her breathing grew quicker and shallower.



She left you alone here. To rot-to die. You know that don’t you? Just like you left them, Kittie Canine. Just like you left-


“No. No, no, no, no, no.” She snapped at her own whirring thoughts.


Alone. That’s where he left you too. You know, don’t you? You know he left you because he doesn’t love you.


            “No. No, no, no, fucking hell!” she screamed hysterically, beating her fists against the wall. She crumbled to the floor, bawling.


Your life isn’t worth living, you know. Everyone you love just tends to die or leave you. Your useless. You do more harm then good, floating around here.


Kittie shook her head and pulled herself upwards. Lost and confused, she stumbled over to the phone. Kira. Pick up. Please. Please.


“Hey. You’ve reached Kira. Not here. Sorry, probably getting wasted somewhere. Leave a message.”


No response. Kittie turned at her computer to stare at it’s blank screen, then shook her head, knowing that she couldn’t turn it on.