Notebook Revenge

All she's known was lost,
As she sits alone,
Writes angrily in her notebook,
While on the phone.

She closes the book,
Renames the front,
Notebook: Revenge,
So obvious, not blunt.

Opens the notebook,
Nice and wide,
Observes the first clean page,
And writes "ways he died".

Pencil wares thin,
I sit on the other line,
As I tell her to slow down,
The pain will leave in time.

Revenge is sweet,
She feels it's needed,
I tell her it will be okay,
She reminds me of how her heart bleed-ed.

Suddenly the scratching stops,
She's not saying a word,
I call to her,
Nothing is heard.

I wasn't sure of what she had written,
Maybe something else she could have done,
Heart beating faster,
I yell "Hun?"

Again I don't get a response,
Until a scream filled the air,
Long and painful is what I heard,
She wouldn't do that, she wouldn't dare.

I drop the phone and find my keys,
I rush to her house with tears in my eyes,
I run to her room, find a note on her bed,
It reads "everyone dies".

Dropping to the floor,
I feel something cold,
I've landed on the body,
Of the only friend I ever told.

On the nightstand,
Far across the room,
Lies the Notebook,
Reveling her doom.