Autumn Secrets ✓

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David left after that, leaving me speechless.

That was the most sincere I'd ever seen of him, and I didn't know whether I believed him or not.

Ignoring problems were always easier than confronting them, so I took the easy way out.

I didn't want to dwell on my doubts. Instead, I decided to return to our home, which didn't feel like one anymore.

So, I quickly left the church premises, leaving my brothers behind and rode back to our home.

The once, happiness echoing home was painfully silent now.

Walking through the front door, I began to cry again. Unlike every other time, I didn't care if anybody saw me weeping like a helpless child that I once was. But, that helpless child had someone to take care of, but not anymore.

"Why, Hannah, why?!" I screamed like a madman while standing in the eerily quiet house.

After a few slow minutes had passed, something in me urged me to stay in Hannah's room for a while to feel her presence, as crazy as it sounded. I finally gave in and walked into her room, rubbing away my tears violently.

Before I knew it, I was already in front of her room.

The bedroom smelled exactly like her; sweet and homely. Taking slow strides towards her neatly made bed, I laid down on it and stared into the ceiling.

Under normal circumstances, I wasn't the kind of person to intrude on someone's privacy, but today, I did what I did.

After a moment, I tried to change my current position and lay sideways, but that's when something poked my head.

Subconsciously, my neat freak self took over, and I sat up on the bed, lifting the pillow in irritation. Then, I found that underneath the pillow was a diary— Hannah's diary.

I frowned at the dark blue covered book for a moment before opening it, without thinking much.

Even though my conscience pricked at me, reminding me that I was invading her privacy yet I didn't stop myself because I wanted to know. I wanted to know why my sister would commit such a heinous act.

Never in a million years did we imagine that our innocent sister would commit suicide.

We couldn't accept it.

Then again, she indeed was behaving a little strange in her last few days.

Why would she do such a horrible thing?

We trusted that Hannah wouldn't take her own life, if not for her, then for her brothers, at least.

I turned and skimmed a few pages and finally stopped at her last diary entry.

I was flabbergasted to know that she had confided in her journal—even on the day, she had committed suicide.

I read on.

Monday, 16. 04. 2021.

I was told to visit Nathan by our usual meeting place tonight.

This morning, he visited me in my shop and informed me that he wanted to say something important as soon as possible. By his body language, I concluded that it was bad news, but I trust him enough not to break my heart.

What hurts me more than anything is the fact that I'm hiding our relationship from my brothers. I know that they always want the best for me, and that makes me nervous. What if they don't like Nathan?

Somehow, I feel like Levi knows that something is up. No surprise there, my brother is smart, I know.

Anyway, I can't do this anymore, I have to tell my brothers everything. I don't have to hide it due to my silly nervousness. Maybe tomorrow will be nice for the grand reveal, hehe.

The clock is ticking 11, and I have to leave right now while my brothers are asleep.

love,
Hannah.

I blinked a few more times to clear my tear blurred vision.

Hannah was in a relationship?

I had always doubted that Nathan had something for my sister because he would always visit the tailoring shop, giving lame excuses, but I never thought that his feelings were reciprocated.

Also, anybody who would read this entry could easily finalise that, this wasn't written by someone suicidal.

I wouldn't want to believe otherwise.

Although I was both physically and emotionally drained yet one thing was clear that I'd have to pay a visit to Nathan right away.

Unlike in the past, something about Nathan felt off, and I really trusted my guts, so I decided to confront him—in my own way.

I quickly jumped off the bed and walked out of the suffocating house.

I knew where to find Nathan, and I would have to do it before my logical side took over.

Tall trees passed by me as I speedily rode my two-wheeler through the rural road. I didn't slow down until Nathan's mansion was finally in my view.

That spoiled little bastard.

Parking my bike nearby, I finally ended up in front of his house and rang the fancy doorbell.

A few minutes ago I had decided that, I would talk first but as soon as Nathan's stupid face came in front of me, the only thing that came into my mind was Hannah's face and I threw punches after punches towards his direction.

What unnerved me more was that he didn't seem to be very shocked by actions, thereby confirming my assumption.

I held him by his collar. "Tell me, tell me what did you do to my sister?!"

He looked like he would pass out any moment, so I stopped hurting him more but didn't loosen my grip on the collar, "I'm asking for the last time. What did you—"

"I AM SORRY!"