Dear Carter

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Carter POV

January 10th

Three days left.

I walked on the stage, and stood beside Matt, Nash walked over and stood on the other side of me. I grabbed the microphone, my hands shaking slightly. I wasn't ready to do this, but I had no choice. We only had three days left. The boys all threw me reassuring looks, and I blew out a breath, bringing the microphone to my mouth. The fans were all quiet, knowing something was going on. The looks on their faces made me want to back down, and run off stage. But I couldn't, I had to do this, it was my only choice.

3 hours earlier

After going through all of the book, I slammed it on the table and stood up, pacing around the room and running a hand threw my hair.

"I-I didn't find anything." I said, taking a deep breath. "I can't- I can't. We have to find her." Mahogany sighed deeply, putting her laptop on the bed and standing up. The boys did the same, and they all group hugged me. I sniffed, wrapping my arms around the closest person which happened to be Shawn. "We have to find her." I let out a sob, fisting his shirt.

"Unfortunately we haven't found anything, but we can check with Taylor and Matt." Gilinsky said, pulling away. Everyone pulled away, and I nodded grabbing my phone. I called Matt, and he answered on the second ring.

"hello?"

"Have you guys found anything?"

"No, man sorry. Nobody knows who she is. We're about to go to the O2L house now."

Before I could answer, Johnson took the phone from me. "No, get back here both of you. I have an idea, this has to work." With that he hung up and threw my phone on the bed. "Carter, get some sleep. We'll wake you up when the event comes." I nodded and laid down, my eyes closing as I fell into a deep sleep.

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I walked on the stage, and stood beside Matt, Nash walked over and stood on the other side of me. I grabbed the microphone, my hands shaking slightly. I wasn't ready to do this, but I had no choice. We only had three days left. The boys all threw me reassuring looks, and I blew out a breath, bringing the microphone to my mouth. The fans were all quiet, knowing something was going on. The looks on they're faces made me want to back down, and run off stage. But I couldn't, I had to do this, it was my only choice.

"Hey guys!" My voice was shaky as I spoke into the microphone, and my hands were sweating from the right hold. I took a deep breath, before starting my speech.

"I know some of you- or a lot of you guys have realized that I'm not the same as I was a month ago." I paused, and looked at the boys. They all nodded, encouraging me to go on. "Well, a month ago I found this diary that belongs to a mystery girl. In the diary-" I took another deep breath, as tears fell from my eyes just thinking about it "in the diary was the girls deepest secrets. Reading these have made me realize the reality of suicide and of the affect we have on our fans. This diary has really affected me and the boys, me more, since it was written to me. Anyway, the thing is that I have no idea who this girl is. She's in a lot of trouble, and I have to find her. I need you guys help. If you know a girl named Olivia Rylind, please please raise your hand. This is really important to me and the boys." I looked out at the crowd with a hopeful face. Everyone looked around, nobody raising their hand. My face fell, and I began to turn around to walk off stage.

"WAIT!" A girl yelled, and I turned around hopefully. "Do you mean journal girl?" I frowned, about to say no when I remembered something.

My names Olivia, Liv for short. People know me as 'the journal girl' though.

"Yes! Yes her!" I said, walking closer to the edge of the stage. "Do you know her?" She shook her head, and held her phone out.

"I found her twitter though! She even tweeted about the book yesterday!" Matt took her hand and helped her on stage, and I grabbed her phone. On her phone was a twitter page pulled up, and I automatically knew it was her.

It was her, Olivia . It was the owner of Dear Carter. She's alive, she's real.