One week before the 2016 presidential election Hillary Clinton thought she had the election in the bag. She did at that moment, but in the next few days events will play out that will change the course of events as we thought we knew them.

Hillary was home in her livingroom watching T.V. after a long day in the office, when all of a sudden Bill’s phone went off. Bill was out on a run and wouldn’t be back for a while. Hillary decided that she should make sure that it wasn’t anything important.

When Hillary saw the name on the screen, she was abhorred. The name was Monica Lewinsky. She couldn’t believe that the women, who has been ruining her life for over twenty years, is still in her husband's life. The women who people criticized her over.

Without even thinking she typed up a reply saying, ‘Come over. I think we need to talk. My wife won’t be home for a while. Don’t worry.’ Once she hit send she couldn’t believe she had done it, but then again it felt good.

Hillary got a quick reply, almost instantly. It read: ‘On my way.’ Hillary couldn’t help but feel hurt that there was no question to it. It made it seem like a normal thing for Bill to ask Monica over. All this did was fuel her anger. She was pissed. Could this woman not move on with her life?

The next twenty minutes, that it took Monica to arrive at the Clinton household and ring the doorbell, Hillary’s anger was rising. All she could think about what they have been talking about. Why they have kept in contact for the past twenty years? Even though she was surmising most of these scenarios, she was pissed that it came to the point where she had to think of these things.She wanted to chastise Monica for making a fool out of her. Hillary had big intemperance, there was no holding her back.

Hillary went and answered the door, and seeing Monica’s face just set her off. Something inside Hillary just snapped. Hillary thought she was mad before, but actually seeing Monica pushed her over the edge.

Monica had no words when she saw it was Hillary who opened the door. Monica was scared shitless, whereas Hillary was dauntless. The only reason being is that Hillary had her anger to push her forward.

“Come inside.” Hillary broke the silence. Without hesitating Monica stepped inside the Clinton household and followed Hillary inside towards the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?” Hillary asked trying to hide her true emotions and stay calm.

“No, thank you.” Monica was really questioning Hillary’s motives for having her here. Monica put together it wasn’t Bill that texted her, this was all Hillary. “Cut the crap Hillary. Why am I here?”

“Why are you still talking to my husband after all these years?” Hillary bluntly asked.

“Bill likes to keep in touch with his son and daughter, Bill Jr. and Kristine.” Hillary was blindsided by Monica’s reply.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“I mean, Bill and I have two kids together. We have a family together.” That’s all it took for Hillary to lose her cool. Hillary had a dire need to let her anger out.

Hillary grabbed a knife from the set behind her and lifted it above her head. Hillary was diminutive compared to Monica in height, but Hillary’s rage made up for the difference. Someone was going to lose this fight and someone was going to win; it was pretty obvious who those people are.

“Think about what you’re about to do, Hillary.” Monica tried to make Hillary rethink what she was about to do. Monica could she that she failed. “What do you think Bill is going to think of you when he finds out?”

Without hesitation Hillary drove the knife into Monica’s neck and pulled it out. Blood started oozing out. Dripping down Monica’s shirt and all over the floor. A pool of blood started forming on the floor after Monica’s shirt became drenched in blood. Three seconds after the knife was plunged into Monica’s neck, she was on the floor. Ten seconds later Monica had a lavishing amount of blood around her, too much to be alive. Monica had bleed out; she was dead.

Hillary started freaking out. She had never had a malice before. She was always a calm person, never violent. This innocent was her being at her weak point.

The next couple seconds, Hillary collected her thoughts and realized what she had just done. If this gets out it will ruin what hasn’t been ruined already. Once again Monica Lewinsky is at the basis for running her life. Hillary needed to think fast.

She just needed to make sure this didn’t get out before the election. She was guaranteed to win as long as this didn’t get out. If she could manage that she could pardon herself as long as she could make this a federal crime. To make that happen all Hillary has to do is dismember Monica into sundry pieces and have her body buried in different states, make sure that there’s a dwindle amount of Monica’s blood on her kitchen floor, use oxygen bleach to clean up the blood and make it untraceable.

The next couple hours Hillary spent cutting up Monica’s body, cleaning up the pool of blood with bleach, and driving to several different states to delay the mess this would bring upon herself. She even deleted the texts off of Bill’s phone and destroyed Monica’s phone.

The next morning, Bill woke up to seeing that the mother of his youngest two children had been murdered and his wife was the prime suspect. That the women he had inside his house had killed the love of his life. 

You're not with me anymore.

I see your face now and then.

Like a ghost.

You haunt me.

I'm trying to move on.

Trying to forget.

But you won't let me.

It's like you don't want me too.

I've tried my best.

 not to think of you.

Since the day you passed.

I try, but I fail.

But you keep popping up.

I always see your ghostly face.

Making my plan fail.

To move on from the pain of your death.

I think of all the times we've shared.

Not the bad ones.

No one wants to remember the bad.

But I think of the good we've shared.

I think of how I want to remember you.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

All the good about you.

You've left us.

Left this world.

In heaven you shall be.

Flying with you're wings.

But you stay here. 

Watching over us.

Like a ghost.

You haunt me.

9/12/01

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, the Taliban crashed 4 planes, that killed thousands of innocent people and themselves. It was the worst attack on American soil, they say. it devastated thousands of people, including me.

Both my parents worked in the twin towers. They were there when the planes crashed, when the towers came crashing down to the ground, the the buildings crashed down, toppled on to my parents, and killed them.

I didn’t know what had happened at first, but everyone was telling me, “I’m so sorry,” "Everything's going to be okay,” “I know you can get through this,” and everyone was crying, or about to cry. I was so confused about what had happened, then someone finally told me. I couldn’t believe it, my parents were dead.

Leaving me an orphan. I’m one of those kids who’s parents are both dead. I now have to be one of those kids, who live with their aunt and uncle.

I don’t want to be one of those kids, but I don’t have a choice.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

9/11/02

Dear Diary,

It has been a year. One year since I moved into this house. One year since my parents died. One year since I became an orphan. One year since my life had changed.

Today was the one year anniversary of my parents death. It’s also the one year anniversary of 9/11.

Everybody today at school kept telling me “Everythings going to be okay,” but they're wrong. Everything isn’t going to be okay. I’m still going to be the girl who lives with her aunt and uncle, not her parents. I’m still going to be the girl whose parents are dead. It’s not going to be okay. I’ll never be like everyone else, who live with their parents, because my parents are dead.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

9/11/03

Dear Diary,

I have delt with my parents death for two years. I have been dealing with their death for two years, today. I have been living in this torture chamber for two years. Two years too long.

I should be living in my old house, not this cruddy one. I should be living with my parents, not with my aunt and uncle. I should be living a normal everyday life, not this one.

September 11th is the one day a year, where I can’t pretend that I live a normal life. I would do anything for a normal life, having both my parents, living in my old house, and enjoying life the way I used to.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

9/11/04

Dear Diary,

Today is the three year anniversary of my parents death. I have been an orphan for three years. I have been living this life that no one understands for three years.

Everyone has no idea what my life is like. They all live with there parents, I don’t. They have both parents living, I don’t. I have to deal with the fact that my parents are dead, and theirs aren’t.

I even live with people who don’t understand. My cousins have both their parents living and I’m constantly remind that I don’t. They try and make me feel better by saying “it’s okay,” “Everythings going to be okay,” “You don’t have to be so strong,” but I know they really don’t care.

This is the first year that September 11th isn’t on a school day. I’m super glad, I didn’t have to go to school and be surrounded by people who don’t understand.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

9/11/05

Dear Diary,

Today is the four year mark. Four years ago, my life completely changed. I lost both of my parents with no goodbye, with no warning, for no reason. They didn’t do anything, all they did was go to work. Because they went to work that day, I became an orphan. All they did was go to work. That’s all it took to change my life.

This year September 11th, was on a sunday. That’s means I didn’t have to go to school and face all those people who act like they care. They try to cheer me up, by saying “it’s okay to be upset,” and “Everythings going to be okay,” but they’re only doing it, so, they don't having my negative energy rubbing off on them. They think it’s so easy to get over the loss of your parents, but it’s not.

I’m not looking forward to next year, because it will be on a Monday. Which means I have to go to school.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

9/11/06

Dear Diary,

Today is the five year anniversary of many things. It’s the five year anniversary of the crash of four planes. It’s the five year anniversary of 9/11. It’s the five year anniversary of my parents death. It’s the five year anniversary of the day, I became an orphan.

I’ve noticed over the years, there’s less “Everythings going to be okay,” on this day. That’s how I want it. I want people to stop acting like they care. When I know they don’t.

This year September 11th, was back on a school day. I realized, that I like it better when, it’s on a school day, because I’m not alone. I’m surrounded by people, which helps me act like I’m okay even though I’m not.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

9/11/07

Dear Diary,

The past six years have gone by so slowly. Six years of no one understanding me. Six years of everyone pretending to care, well, almost everyone.

This past year is the first year I wasn’t the loner girl of the school, since my parents died. This past year I went from being the loner girl of the school, to being one of the “nerds” in the school. Being a “nerd” isn’t all that bad, because at least I have friends. Okay one friend, but it’s not like I have no friends. Like I used too.

This year to try to cheer me up, my best friend, Sara and I went shopping. She kept saying “Shopping is very therapeutic.” I don’t think so, but there was no harm in letting her think that.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

9/11/08

Dear Diary,

Today is the seven year anniversary of the day four planes crashed. One in the Pentagon, another in a field in Pennsylvania, the last two crashed into the twin towers, where my parents worked.

To get my mind off my parents death, Sara threw a party for me. There were a lot of older guys who showed up for the party, not me. They brought a bunch of beer. I got into trouble for all the drunk dudes being around and for the fact they were all under aged drinking. I wasn’t drinking, even though Sara kept telling me “Have fun and drink a little.” I got into trouble, because it was my party, they all got drunk at.

Thanks to all those random guys, I’m now grounded for two weeks.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

9/11/09

Dear Diary,

It’s been eight years since my parents died. Eight years doesn’t seem that long ago. Eight years is 2,922 days, 70,128 hours, 4,207,680 minutes, 252,460,800 seconds. To me that doesn’t seem that long, but eight years is pretty long.

This year, instead of throwing me a party that’s going to get me into trouble, Sara and I hung out. It was much better than last year because I didn’t get into any trouble. Instead I got extra brownie points by including my little cousins. Even though they have no idea what’s going on in my life, they wreck my stuff, and act just like siblings, towards me, they’re still my cousins.

At school was great. No one treated me like a charity case this year. It was like I was normal again. Since 2000, this was the best September 11th.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

9/11/10

Dear Diary,

The nine year anniversary of 9/11, when my parents died is today. Nine years of living without my parents. That’s about half of my life.

This year, my boyfriend, Darren took me out on a date. He took me to this really expensive restaurant. After we went to an open field near the woods and looked at the stars. It was a really simple date, but he made it special, by doing it all for me.

When I got home from my date, my cousins surprised me by having a little family party, that included Sara. They also made me a cake for dessert. It was dorky, but it’s the thought that counts, and Sara wouldn’t judge.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

9/11/11

Dear Diary,

The ten year anniversary is today of many things. 9/11. My parents death. Me becoming an orphan. Me moving into this house.

I heard that they are almost done with the memorial for the victims of 9/11. I saw plans for it, it looks really cool. I think it’s a great way to remember the victims of 9/11.

I looked back at some of my old diary entries from previous years and I can’t believe how clueless I was, when I was younger. I mean, I should have been upset. I was eight years old, when I lost my parents. I just can’t believe some of those things I thought. I thought I wasn't going to be okay, because I wasn’t normal. I’m not normal, because I’m an orphan, because both my parents are dead, but I’m not the only one.

I was so wrong. No ones normal. We are all different. No ones the same. I can see why eight year old me thought that, but eight year old me was wrong.

This year I get to live the life of a college student. I’m a Freshman at Michigan State University. Sparty hardy! I went to school out in Michigan, because no one knows what September 11th means to me. They don’t have to feel bad for me. They know me for me, not the girls whose parents died ten years ago.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

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Meeting someone new.

You don't know.

Now you do.

You exchange names.

You start talking.

Laughing at jokes.

Making each-other smile.

Friendship starts forming.

That lasts forever.

It never breaks.