My name is Alex, I used to live in New York with my best friends Luise, Dianne and Kate. Until something tore us apart. They are now in the underneath the land in their graves, while I am stuck in the hospital for the sleepwalkers. Let me begin of how we got in the situation.
                         We were happily in our apartment, drinking, dancing and insulting girls in our university yearbook. We used to be the happy gang but when we received the bill we need to pay for the rent $ 15000. Once we saw it all thing I can remember is almost killing myself but even more hectic than that we woke up finding Kate dead on their room with Dianne since they're roommate. One thing suspicious is that even though we are all aware that Dianne's a sleepwalker she didn't hear a thing. Our curiosity got the best of us so we decided to go to the police station and the headquarter suggested we  put up some of those surveillance camera in our apartment and we all just sleep in the living room. Dianne thought that the idea and the suspicion on her is too much for her to handle so she packed her bags while we tried to persuade her to stay and it'll be alright but she wont budge. We had no choice but to let her go, while at the street Dianne with tears walked to across the street but once she got in the other side she ran towards us; we think she might want to hug us goodbye but instead she got hit by a bus. We didn't talk about it despite that the memory of our good friend will always stay in our hands. That night Luise and I didn't talk to each other then we slowly fell asleep. In my sleep it was so deep but a scream flashed in my ears but I didn't know what to do but I know I did the wrong thing; not walking up while I had the chance to. The scream grew louder and louder but at the almost end I got softer till I hear nothing at all. In the morning the first thing I've seen gave me the most loudest scream my tonsils could do; the sight of Luise dead, she's lying on the pool of her own blood and on the stomach is a bunch of stabs beside her is our kitchen knife. Without hesitation I ran as fast as I could to the police station where the tape of our surveillance camera is. When I got there all the police looked at me with suspicion. The head chief greeted me then showed me the video. SHOCKED! My heart nearly stopped while the video showed that the killer was ........... me. Dianne's not the only sleepwalker in our gang. The last thing I remembered  that morning was being injected by some nurse. Once I woke up I found myself in a room, a hospital room with my parents there. They told me I have to stay there for the next 3 years. I end up writing this story now counting only 693 days before I can get out.

(REMEMBER: this story is mine I wrote this story myself no copyright intended I only used the another name to complete the story this never happened to me this is for blog purpose only.) :P