Jade. Her name. The only thing she can remember. What will happen when a teenage girl suffering from memory loss stumbles across the quaint town of Mystic Falls? While piecing together the fragments of her past, Jade plays a greater role within the...
I messed up. No, scratch that—I really fucked up this time.
Everything happened so fast... One moment, I was just trying to blend in, to find some sense of normalcy in this stupid town. And the next, well, let's just say things took a turn for the worse.
Trusting anyone was a mistake I should have known better than to make. Now, here I am, sitting in this cold, sterile room, weighed down by the consequences of my actions. I can feel the judgmental stares boring into me, accusing me of crimes I didn't commit. But convincing them otherwise seems useless.
I wish I could rewind time and undo the choices that led me here. But there's no going back now. All I can do is wait, wait for the inevitable fallout of my mistakes to catch up with me.
Until next time, Diary. If there even is one.
Jade.
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Liz Forbes sat across from Jade in her office, a mix of suspicion and concern etched on her face. The events of the night's attack lingered heavily in her thoughts, fueling her determination to unravel Jade's involvement.
"So, Jade," Liz began, her tone firm but not accusatory, "care to enlighten me about your true intentions in Mystic Falls?"
Jade met Liz's gaze with a confident smile, effortlessly slipping into her charismatic facade. "Just passing through, Sheriff," she replied smoothly. "Life on the road, you know? Never sticking around for too long."
Liz arched an eyebrow, unconvinced by Jade's slick evasion. "Passing through, huh?" she repeated, her skepticism evident. "With a stolen car and a stack of fake credit cards in your possession?"
Jade's smile faltered slightly, though she quickly regained her composure. "Ah, well, you see, Sheriff, it's not what it looks like," she explained, her words carefully measured. "I may have borrowed the car, but I fully intend to return it."
Liz regarded Jade with a look of disbelief and frustration. "Borrowed the car?" she echoed. "And what about those credit cards? Planning on returning those too?"
Jade's smile wavered, a hint of fear tainting her confident demeanor. "I-I can explain," she stammered.
But Liz wasn't swayed. She leaned forward, her gaze penetrating Jade's defenses. "Listen, Jade," she said firmly, "I know you're concealing something. And whatever it is, dodging the truth won't make it disappear."
Jade's defenses went up as Liz continued to press her, her responses growing increasingly defensive. "Sheriff," she protested, frustration seeping into her voice, "I've already told you—I had no involvement in what happened to Vicki. Ask anyone, I didn't even go in the woods tonight."
