I’m writing today’s article on the back of my hand, and all I have to use is this number two pencil I do crossword puzzles with. I have to stay still and be quiet while Grandma has company over, or she will kill me. That is what she said. I have decided to put this on my hand, so when my body is found, they will know her terrible secret. I bet even those bitch friends of hers in the front room don’t know about how she’s always sayin she’ll end my life. I’d get up and tell them, but I’m not allowed.

It’s quiet out there. I wonder what they’re doing. I smell those little bowls of peanuts she sets out. I don’t recognize this room I’m in, and that bothers me. Also, I have to pee. Wait -- never mind.

A second ago she passed the doorway and looked in at me like she was mad. I’d tell you how I’m gonna flip out and start kickin ass but my hand is getting itchy.