You climbed the ladder that led to the attic in the crowded cabin you shared with your other teammates, only a few of you slept upstairs—shauna, mari and you. Once you reached the top of the ladder your goal was to grab a few blankets for the trip to the lake everyone had prepared until you stumbled across Shauna’s journal laying there with a pencil inside.

You looked around and bent down to grab the journal, the pencil was wedged inside and you always felt curious about what she wrote in her journals. The way she covered it up whenever you approached her, the way she deliberately hid it from others—including you. The girl always snuck away to write about anything that happened to her, you thought she was just writing about the traumatic crash.

You felt your heart thump when you opened the journal, your eyes scanning the page, your gaze at the page softened seeing as the girl wrote about you. She wrote about the way you looked when you slept, the way she thought the way your hands lingered on hers was a hint of something. You just thought you were being friendly—clearly the girl imagined it being something more.

Your head had tilted in question as you continued to read the wrinkled page, flipping to the other page—oh. Your eyes widened, the way she wrote about how the intimate moments with you would be. You never thought Shauna Shipman would be obsessed with you, obsessed with the way you did anything. You quickly closed the journal and placed it back into its natural position it was in before and fixed your dirt covered clothes as if they were disheveled.

Meanwhile, while you stood there invading the girl’s privacy she had padded up the ladder moments earlier and stood there watching your reaction to her imaginative fantasies of you and her. She watched you for awhile like she always did.

Once you turned around and noticed her, she stood there and the only sound filling the room was her shaky breath and you could tell she tried to hide the effect you had on her. “That was private y’know? Not nice to go through people’s things.”