The Notes (1)

The Notes. The first time i talked to him was through the ICQ. He was a nice guy, 15 years old, looking preety good, and like me, played video games. We talked for a long time, and i was very happy. But unfortunately, our conversations began

to dwindle, and there were times we talked just once a month. I'm sorry if my writing is unclear, just my hands are shaking and feelings of horror and fear overwhelm me... I didn't know if everything is OK with him, even when I heard him once a month I

I could feel his voice changed, he became hoarse, he stammered and sounds like he was afraid. I asked him to tell me what happened, But every time I mentioned it, He was going crazy and yelled it's none of my business and I will leave him alone. He never

yelled at me before. From a boy full of joy and jokes, he became nervous and angry. I asked him to at least send me a picture of him, he agreed, and he's not mad at me this time. After seeing his picture, I feel sorry i asked for it. He looked terrible.

His face was full of scars, and his eyes were so red, it looks like he didnt sleep for a long time. I tried to ask her what happened to him, but as soon as I mentioned it, he cut off the conversation. I tried to call him about two months, day after day

at different times, but he didn't answer. One day I logged into my ICQ account, and I was surprised to get a message from him, but that's not the message that I expected to get. I thought I would get an apology, but not. All I got was a picture of a

torn page, written by hand, and very unclear. I'll try to translate it for you:

END OF PART 1 Not completely my story, but im translating staff and writing it by myself. -mwasher