[ WP ] Write a story from a seemingly third person view , then shock the reader

Sienna Bridges was unapologetically beautiful. 
 
 Everybody knew it, from her gardener to her father to the boy who sat at the back of the bus listening to the Smiths. She was beautiful because she looked like the cookie-cutter American Girl doll on steroids. She was beautiful because she existed in her own plane of being. She was beautiful, and boys loved her. 
 
 None ever had the honor of calling her their girlfriend. Sienna didn ’ t believe in such titles. She was no prude, that ’ s for certain, but she had an aversion to dating. As soon as commitment came into conversation, Sienna was gone, riding the wings of female liberation. This didn ’ t make her less appealing – it made her more appealing. Instead of five admirers, she had five hundred. 
 
 And yet, as she broke the hearts of males all over, she still seemed unhappy. Almost scared. She grew to dislike the touch of boys, only tolerating it for a few minutes at a time. She was afraid of shadows and the dark. 
 
 And then April brought with it the first letter. Written in blood, confirmed to be human, it read “ You have hurt me once, but never again will you cause pain. Your time has come. ” The police begged her to think of the boys she had burned with her fiery and fleeting love, and she thought, but couldn ’ t think of one who would do such a thing. She wrote down all the names she remembered, of the boys who took her rejection especially hard – Ben Hunter, Derek Norris, David Johnson – but nothing came to fruition. The letter was a warning, untraceable to anyone. 
 
 But Sienna felt as if she was being watched. Sometimes shadows would move when they truly shouldn ’ t. She slept with the light on for most of May and June and then the emails came. Pictures of her undressing in her room. Her at the mall with friends. Her at the DMV. There was no escape from this camera that followed her around like a promise. 
 
 The police tried their best, but even they could not find out who would be doing this. Sienna was a high schooler, and her boys had been her age. They could not have had the resources necessary to perform an operation of this size. 
 
 Then the second letter came and it promised to kill her by the end of July. The emails still flooded in, full force, but the addresses all bounced when replied to. IPs were traced, and ended up in the middle of the Pacific. Whoever Sienna ’ s stalker was, he knew what he was doing. 
 
 When they found Sienna, she was something more than beautiful. It was the way she lay spread-eagle on the floor of her bedroom with her hair framing her face and her throat slit in a gaping wide smile, her eyes closed so softly she could have been sleeping, the blood pooling around her torso, still warm and that vibrant red of sunsets and cherries and hastily applied lipstick, her lavender perfume still carrying on the air. 
 
 The policemen designed to protect her lay slumbering outside her house, evidently drugged by some foreign substance that had somehow been administered without their knowledge. 
 
 ( I used NyQuil and lemonade. ) 
 

