I'll give you the start of a story! And you can continue it how you'd like.
They found a diary... Not any diary but my diary. My diary, with my printed like handwriting, and my heart poured out onto the pages. I watch as the color drains from their faces as they read on.
"Please stop. Don't continue anymore." I pleaded, trying to break free from the the grasp of the restraints I was put under.
My eyes raced around the room as they continued to read allowed, many staring, pointing, whispering...