I’ve been in love with James since the 6th grade. When Johnny Price called me ugly, James went over and punched him square in the face. We were friends ever since. Roxane came in freshmen year of high school. I never really understood why the prettiest girl in our class wanted to be our friend. But now I know. It was so she can be closer to James. She never wanted to be my friend. She just wanted to be James girlfriend. But little did I know was that he was in love with me as much as I was in love with him.
James was handsome and perfect in every way. He was also very protective and possessive of me. He wouldn’t like it if a guy looked at me in a certain way or if I was made fun of. He was always by my side. But then he left. The summer of my junior year. After the party. He stopped returning my calls. He blocked me out of his life. And I was left stranded, upset, and depressed. But then Kyle came along and picked me up. Helped me put the broken pieces of my heart back together. He introduced me to his family and his brother. Nathaniel and me got really close. But I couldn’t fall in love with him, not when my heart belonged to someone else. He made me happy, though.
James was my everything, until one day he wasn’t.
I wake up screaming. Another nightmare. I look around my bare room. No one was going to come in and hold me while I cried. Both my parents were out of town. I sit on my bed clutching my knees. I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I hear my phone ring but I ignore it. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone this early in the morning. I lie back in my bed. My phone rings again and again. I let out a grunt and reach for it.
LOGAN
It read. I answer,
“What?” I said rudely,
“I’m sorry, Hope. I lied. I’m such an idiot. I should have told you. I’m so sorry. You’re never going to forgive me.” He said in a rush, he was crying. I sit up on my bed,
“Logan what are you talking about?” I was confused. Why should he be sorry?
“Lucas wasn’t at the party. It was me.” Goose bumps filled my arm,
“What?” I whispered,
“I pretended I was him. To see how his life was. How amazing it was. I was stupid and drunk. I shouldn’t have recorded it. I’m sorry Hope. I’m so sorry. And now Lucas is dead because of what I did. I’m so stupid. My brother is dead because of me, Hope. He’s dead.” I clutch the phone to my ear, shocked. I didn’t know what to say. It was Logan. It was Logan all along. Logan who I called my friend. Logan,
“Goodbye, Logan.” I hear him protest as I close the phone. He calls again and again. I finally throw my phone across the room. I leave the room and start running. It was Logan. He recorded the whole thing and he let his brother take the blame for everything. James thought it was Lucas. It was supposed to be Lucas. But its not. It’s Logan. I run until I can’t breath anymore. I look at my destination. The graveyard. I slowly walk to James’ grave. Someone had spray painted his headstone.
MURDERER!!!! BURN IN HELL!!
I shake my head. He wasn’t a murderer. I was. He killed for me. He killed because of me. I am more of a monster then he will ever be. I kneel down and start crying,
