Casey was too driven to write everything. Her sweat was dripping down her cheek. Her palms were sweating, too. Her hands were trembling. She looked all messed up. But it did not matter. She wrote as hurriedly as she could so no idea would be left out.
                              
          Casey's eyes were widening and she started to press her pen heavily. She looked terrible. She looked like someone who would kill anyone she would see. Her eyes were watery. It never blinked. She didn't look like Casey Redwood at all.
                              
          Suddenly, Casey stopped writing. She felt something grumbling in her tummy.
                              
          She roamed her eyes around her room like she was finding something, like she was expecting someone to be there. But there was no single person inside her messy room but her. And Casey's eyes... they were as wide as it was while she was writing. She also started to breathe faster than her normal breathing. But it seemed like it wasn't because Casey was tired.
                              
          She slowly stood on her chair and was about to reach for the doorknob when she again glanced at her back to see if someone was there. But there was none.
                              
          She slowly opened the door. She brought the food  into her room.
                              
          She locked the door fastly and sat on the floor. There, she ate the food her mother had prepared for her. But that idea wasn't even in Casey's mind. All she had thought was she had to eat everything. And she did. She ate the dinner like it was an abundant buffet meal. She looked like she was starving for weeks. She swallowed the food very fast and she even drank the water so carelessly, it even poured on her dress. She had crumbs on her cheeks and she had the surrounding of her lips wet with water. But Casey didn't care. She even licked the plate until it looked tidy. Then, she left everything on the floor and went back on her working table.
                              
          Nothing changed to Casey. She was still writing as eagerly as a while ago. The widening of her eyes, the sweating of her palms, the dripping of the sweat on her cheeks- they were still there. She started licking the surrounding of her lips too, as if trying to clean every bit of crumb there. Casey Redwood looked more terrible.
                              
          It was already 9 p.m. when Casey started to let out deep breaths like she was running out of it. And then suddenly, she stopped writing.
                              
          "That was it... that was it!" she kept yelling in her mind.
                              
          Casey stood on her chair, she was almost out-balanced, an evidence of how tired she is, but she still had the strength to jump out of joy. She just finished her 온라인카지노게임! Casey kept jumping and dancing. She was full of joy. She even kissed the pile of paper where her 온라인카지노게임 was.
                              
          She slumped her body to her bed and tried to close her eyes. She just finished her 온라인카지노게임. That's nice... Really nice...
                              
          Not more than half an hour, Casey woke up and rose from her bed. She still had this wide eyes which she had earlier. It was still as scary as earlier. Only that her expression made her face look more horrible. She had this fiery expression, like she was mad at something. She was craving for something.
                              
          And then she started to cry.
                              
          "No! No!" she continuously shouted as she pulled her hair. Casey was too mad and at the same time... she was sad. She can't accept the fact that her 온라인카지노게임 had ended.
                              
          She was too drowned by her 온라인카지노게임. She felt like she was also living in it. She felt like she was the protagonist. She felt like she was the antagonist. She felt like she was every character in her 온라인카지노게임. Why did it end? Can it just continue forever? Can it just live with her? Casey had all these questions propped in her mind. She can't get over what she wrote. She was living in it.
                              
          She is her 온라인카지노게임.
                              
          Hours later, it was early in the morning. Casey's mother was too worried with her daughter. She heard her shout. She heard  her crying. She heard many things like cracking vases, thudding wood. It was too noisy. But Casey would not even open the door.
                              
          So she decided to open it herself. Her daughter wants privacy. She would hate her if she would open her door without Casey's permission. But she was too worried.
                              
          She inserted the keys to the keyhole and opened Casey's room.
                              
          She covered her nose with her hand as she smelled something foul. She even coughed because the smell was not really good.
                              
          Shocked, she roamed her eyes on Casey's room. Everything was destroyed. Even the windows, the wooden table. Everything was messed up. So she became worried as she thought what might happen to Casey.
                              
          She roamed her eyes in her room trying to find where Casey was sleeping. And she just burst into tears and fears as she unleashed what was underneath the bed cover of Casey.
                              
          It was her.
                              
          Months passed and the police have not yet figured out what happened to Casey Redwood. Her book was sold and it became a best-seller. But no one still had figured out how she died and who murdered her. The windows were broken the day she was found out dead and there was a long cloth tied to it, like someone had tried to enter her room that night. But no one was seen around their house. Nobody was a suspect. No one knew. Everyone was hopeless. Casey's mother, her relatives and her friends- everyone felt like there will be no justice for her.
                              
          But no one knew...
                              
          There were thousands... or even millions of people who knew how she died.
                              
          Because Casey Redwood's death was written. But no one would suspect it.