Chapter 12

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Dear Diaryyou are all I have left to record what is going on.

I needed to find someone to talk to someone who would believe me so I left. I found my next door neighbour hanging from the tree in her front garden. She had a rope around her neck. She was a nice lady but kept herself to herself.

I decided at that moment things was not going to get any better for me, I knew I had to run; they will think it was me I know they will. So after searching my parents bedroom for contacts contacted an old friend of the family. She's my only hope, she will know what to do. I had a briefe conversation about what has happened over the phone and she told me to come straight over. Jimmy isn't happy and followed me. 

I discovered that he can't get into her house, it is safe; she's got crystals lining the windows and crosses in every room.

She said she is willing to  help me. She is a king woman with fizzy blond hair, I vaugly remember her from my childhood although my parents never told her about the issues I had been facing. She knows nothing about me except that I am my parents daughter. If something had been said sooner she may have been able to help. My parents could have been saved.

Frankey


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