Julian's pale hands shook as he finished his final diary entry. He closed the diary and reached for his phone.

He opened it and tapped on the 'Call' app. The brunette looked at its contacts and called his best friend, Ronald Pierce. The phone vibrated 3 times before Ronald picked up.

"Hello? Why are you calling me? I'm a bit busy" Ronald said, clearly annoyed. Julian heard shuffling as Ronald stood up on the other end of the phone.

"Someone is going to kill me tonight, and I need your help hiding!" The brunette cried. Ronald just laughed.

"Haha! Are you sure? That's pretty bold of you to assume that." He said, laughter dying off. Julian ignored him.

"I know it! Someone with the initials R.P is trying to kill me toni-" He started, but got cut off by a squish! coming from the garden right outside his open window

He looked out. There, in his garden, was a man- about 4'11- holding something. He had black tousled hair, a baseball cap on and black long-sleeves and pants. Julian squinted at his face but he couldn't see through the shadows of the night.

"Hey, Juju! You still with me?" Ronald said loudly, snapping him out of his trance. Julian gasped and shut his window before he saw the hooded figure staring.

"R.P is in my garden!" He hissed, shutting all his windows.

"Really?!?! Okay, I'm coming dude! Don't wor-" Ron's line cut off and Julian heard a smash coming from downstairs. He was panicking and started texting Ron.

JuJu: What happened with your line?!?!

He started typing, scrambling to lock his door before the killer came into his room. His phone 'ding'-ed when Ronald texted him. He panicked and turned off his ringer. He kept his phone on the 'Messages' app so he could see when is best friend had texted him.

Ron: My wifi cut off! I only have data now!

JuJu: That's fine. Now, where should I hide?!?!

Julian looked around frantically, trying to figure out where to hide until day-light. His phone vibrated, signalling he got a text from the blackette. (Ron)

Ron: The closet! He'll probably look under the bed first!

JuJu: Great idea! Going there right now!

Julian sighed and scrambled into his closet, trying to keep his sounds as quiet as possible. He heard footsteps coming from downstairs, going up the stairs. He started panicking and started quickly making his way into the small closet.

His bedroom door shakes as R.P picked the lock on it. Julian's eye's widened as his breathing laboured. He clamped a hand on his mouth to stop the squeaks he was emitting.

Julian quaked with fear as his bedroom door creaked open. He tried to stay as quiet as possible as R.P stalked into his room.

His hair was black and tousled, and his eyes where black as his eyes darted around the room. They landed on the closet as the black haired man smirked. He turned his body towards him and Julian finally saw what he was holding. He silently gasped and felt tears of betrayal prickle his eyes.

"Hello, JuJu..." the figure said, walking to the closet. He slipped his phone into his pocket and grabbed a knife.

He opened the closet door, facing the crying boy beneath him.

"Why... Why.. Why Ronald?!?" Julian said, sobbing as he curled into a ball on the floor.

"Why, you ask?" Ron said, cackling. "Oh.. Just the simple pleasure of murder."

With that sentence, Julian Smith was dead, betrayed by his only friend, Ronald Pierce.