Its embossed leather cover had drawn me in. The pages had been filled with beautiful prose. But I had never thought that it was...documenting me. I had slammed it facedown on my bed the moment I read the events that had happened to me the day before. But then...curiosity overtook me. How did my story end?

I flipped through the pages and found the paragraph describing what was happening to me at present, then turned to the last one...only three pages away from the one I had come from. Three pages? But...I can't die so soon! I have a life to live! I want to be successful, and find love!

"This is where the book ends." I heard a voice growl from behind me. Then, as soon as I heard the gunshot, a sharp, burning pain ripped through the back of my head...and everything went black.