Dear Diary

21

Lilliana's POV:

"Which is why I think that Stacy is an FBI agent, watching my every move," Jake joked.

"You know, I agree with you," I took a bite of my food. "She seems like an FBI agent."

We sat there, talking non-stop about random stuff.

When we got back to his house, I could hear whimpers from outside the door. Jake and I exchanged a glance and then he slammed open the door.

"Stace!" He called out. He took a few steps forwards into the living room. I was right behind him, shocked with what laid before my eyes.

Heather stood in the middle of their living room, a knife to Stacy's neck.

"Stace!" My eyes widened at the scene.

"Move and I'll slit it," Heather's eyebrows raised as she pushed the throwing knife more into Stacy's neck. I remained still, not wanting it to go further.

"What do you want?" Jake questioned, glancing at me once more.

"Your death. All of you," Heather spoke.

"Why?" I asked.

"You think you're all that. With your perfect little friend group. Huh? Well, guess what? Life isn't perfect. And I'm here to show you that," She pushed the knife a little more into Stacy's neck. I could see tiny drops of blood escaping Stacy.

"Then take my life. Leave her alone, please," I begged. Heather smirked.

"Sure," She glanced at Jake before fully pushing the throwing knife into my best friend's neck.

"STACE!" The scream left my mouth in a second, knowing she was gone. My best friend Stacy Brown was gone. Jake had sprinted over to Stacy, pushing Heather away. I ran up to them and kneeled down next to Stacy's dead body.

Heather walked up to us, Jake grabbing her arms and pushing her down once more.

It all happened so fast. I barely remember seeing the cops arrive. All I can remember is Elijah holding me in the living room as hot tears flowed down my face. I shoved my face into his chest and let them flow.

"I'm sorry," Is all that left Elijah's mouth.

No words could describe how I felt in this moment. I had lost all of my best friends. Nothing mattered anymore. Not Jake. Not Elijah. Not Isabella. Not anyone.

Not anyone, Diary.