Blood...blood everywhere...amazing, how much blood the human body can hold...but let's not focus on that. Let's focus on her, my beloved, a young girl named Carrie White.

I remember when I first transferred to that school. I was the new kid. The boy with no friends. I was sitting at the lunch table, alone, and I saw her. She wasn't the prettiest girl in the room, but she was far from ugly. And she was alone, too. I watched her, wanting to go sit with her, talk to her. But I was afraid. She'd reject me, she'd laugh at me, she'd think me some sort of weirdo...

So I sat. I sat and quietly watched her. For days. And each day she ate her lunch by herself, and each day I thought about how I should go over and sit with her. But I couldn't, I just...

One day, she didn't show up. I looked, an she was no where to be found. It wasn't until later I discovered what had happened in the girls locker room. It made me so angry, not only that it happened, but that nasty woman, Chris, had made sure the entire school knew about it. How dare she do such a horrid thing to my dear, sweet Carrie?

I felt a rush of relief once I saw her at lunch again. I wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay. To feel her lips against mine...ah, but that would be far too forward of me, wouldn't it? I was sure to get slapped like what happens to all the men in those movies.

I thought about asking her to the prom, lingered near her bench and nervously fitted with my the collar of my shirt. But I lost my nerve. I simply walked away. She didn't even notice.

Dizzy...so dizzy...so hard to breath...

Then I found out she'd been asked by someone else. Someone named Tommy. I was disappointed, frustrated at myself for not asking before he did, but I accepted it. So long as she was happy, so was I.

Today, the night just before the prom, I saw some guy pick Chris up right after school. I didn't think anything of it, until I walked by the car, and caught a half sentence. "-will teach her a lesson." Then they started the engine and whatever else being said was drowned out. I had a sneaking though that they'd been talking about Carrie, so I followed them. To a pig farm.

I left my own car and trailed behind them quietly, and watched in horror as they slaughtered one of the poor creatures. They drained it of it's blood, all the while chatting about their cruel plan. I had to warn her, to prevent this horrable thing from happening. Then they spotted me. I guess I wasn't so sneaky as I'd thought I was.

The man she'd been with approached me with the knife in his hand, and I bravely took a stand. "I won't let you do this." I growled, trying to sound intimidating to a man much bigger than I.

And now here I am, blood draining from me, pouring from a stab wound in my side. I'm sure he pierced a lung, as the sticky wetness is dripping from my mouth. Funny thing, blood, how it keeps creatures alive, but jumps at the chance to leave one to their death. As if any living body is nothing more than a prison to that crimson liquid. I can't even scream, as it takes all my effort simply to breath. I left my phone in the car, so no help there. Unless someone comes, I'm sure to die.

Carrie, I'm so sorry. I can only hope that someone stops them. I only wish I could have gotten the courage to talk to you, to simply say hello.

Goodbye, my almost friend.