• It was a dark winter night, and the wind was howling outside. Justine, like a normal teenager, was in her house watching TV. Suddenly, she heard the phone ring. She ran into the next room to answer it. "Hello?" She said. It was her ex-boyfriend, Josh. "Hi, Justine! How are you?" He asked cheerfully. "Oh... hi Josh." Justine said, trying to be cheerful. They had broken up that day. Why was he calling her? Just then, the doorbell rang. "Hold on." Justine said into the phone. She sprinted to the door and opened it. There was Josh. He had a cell phone to his ear and one hand behind his back. He had an evin grin on his face that sent chills down Justine's spine. "Justine ... Why won't you love me?" He said, starting to sob. "Why... can't you just... love... me?!" He whipped his hand out from behind his back and pulled out a knife. " If you loved me, I wouldn't have to kill you!" He screamed. Josh plunged the knife into Justine's chest and she fell to the ground. "That's... that's what you get for leaving me, Justine!" He ran into the house, up the stairs, and to the roof. He screeched ; " I LOVE YOU JUSTINE! " And jumped off the roof into the white, sparkling snow.. his white, sparkling death, that was now stained with blood. The blood was only the memory of the night no one wanted to remember.