Confessions Of A Dead Girl

Ch3: Secrets

The bright sun woke me up, not that I was asleep in the first place. The diary that I found in the attic laid on my side, and I was contemplating all night if I should have continued on reading, but the thought of knowing who did it freaked me out. I didn't want to be entangled in her life even if it means justice, though it's because fear was present when I thought that. Fear of being pulled in, fear of danger and fear of risking my safety. I knew that once I start, I'll never be able to leave.

Shaking off the thick silky covers off my body, I grab the diary before getting up from the comfort of my bed. I make my way to the main bathroom, the wood creaking underneath the weight of my body, causing my mom to walk out of her bedroom tiredly followed by a confused look at my presence. She wrapped her sweater over her chest as she made her way closer to me, her eyes trailing over the side of my body, wondering what I was hiding behind my back.

"What have you got there?" She asked.

"What are you talking about?" I nervously asked, my hands gripping the diary tightly.
She looked at me for a second before turning back into her room, a loud sigh coming out of her mouth as she closes her door. I stood there for a few seconds, expecting her to come back and force me to show her what I was hiding but not a single noise was heard from the other side of the door.

I hurriedly made my way into the bathroom, closing the wooden door before locking it swiftly, making sure that my mother hasn't left her room again along with dad. Turning on the light, I laid my back against the door, feeling the cold surface on my shoulders as I glance at the brown thick diary in my hand. Lifting my eyes from the book, I examine the unfamiliar room that I'm in. The crooked mirror hung on the wall as if it would fall any minute, the old bathtub sat at the corner of the room, the lights barely lit the room up and the toilet, the only functioning object in the room. I imagined her here, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about why everyone dislikes her and why she felt so miserable in her life to even leave someone she never met something personal.

I sat on the toilet seat, the diary laying on my legs as I wait in anticipation, wanting so badly to continue, but felt like an invasion of privacy if I do so. I flip to the first page that I read yesterday and scanned it through multiple times, not wanting to miss any fraction of information before continuing. When I finished reading the entry yesterday, chills ran down my back, forming goosebumps all over my body. She knew she was going to die and that scared me. What if the same thing happens to me? What if someone finds out I knew what they did?

Building the courage to proceed, I turn over the page with a shaky hand to the second letter, and I knew now that this is when everything starts.

Two main suspects; Ezra and Sarah. Ezra being the secret fling who's afraid to ruin his reputation by helping, and Sarah the classic bully who holds a grudge against what could be a petty incident that happened a long time ago. I was mostly afraid of going to school and face these two in one of my classes, knowing their story and the part they had in Emily's death.