The little black book hit the floor with a soft thump and stared up at her indignantly. Nell glared right back at it, her pulse racing, and reflected that this was stunningly absurd. And it was. What was she doing, sitting in her room having a western style stare down with a book? Just a book, just a thing, just a jumble of ink and paper. That’s all it was. Or at least that’s what she told herself again, and again, yet she made no move to retrieve it from where it had fallen, and she could not stop her heart from pounding away in her chest.
Nell tore her gaze away and glanced around the room, desperately searching for something else to catch her eye, for a distraction, but it was no use. Her thoughts wandered invariably to the book, or to be more accurate, they wandered to the thought of throwing the book again (maybe out the window this time). After all, it didn’t have to be her problem, or anyone's for that matter. No,no it shouldn’t be her problem, no one should have to deal with this.
But as she looked back again at the book, she knew the truth. She knew she couldn’t throw it, couldn’t leave it, couldn’t get rid of it. So instead she swore in frustration and stood up. Her eyes remained fixed on the little black book in the corner. She walked forward, one step, took a deep breath, and took another. Every step was heavier, and slower, and with each she felt her apprehension grow. But still she walked forward. She reached the book. She knelt down. She picked it up.
Nell had no idea why she was doing this. She of all people had more than enough experience with bad ideas to know that this was about to become another in a long line of terrible ideas. More than enough experience to know that this was definitely about to become one of her worst. And yet... Some things needed to be done, bad idea or no. So she he opened the book, and forced herself to look once again at the all too familiar handwriting on the page. There was no mistaking whose it was. She willed herself to read the words in front of her.

My good friend Nell,

It’s been awhile huh? I have no doubt that you remember me (you know with the effect I have on the average person), although I’ll bet you weren’t planning on hearing from me again. Unfortunately you’re still not really going to hear from me again, since you’re reading this. I’ll be honest with you, the fact that you are reading these words now means that I am very likely going to die, most likely the very day you find this. I really am sorry about that. Though I promise you that it’s a rather disappointing situation for both of us. I’m also sorry because I still need one last favor from you. If you still value the promise we made all those years ago, then please do cooperate with the nice people you will be meeting shortly.

Nell barely had time to comprehend what she had just read before she was grabbed roughly off the floor, felt something hard collide with her head, and watched as her vision went dark.