-Abigail's POV-
I glanced over to see the little object light up with the noise of my ringtone. I sat up and walked toward my phone. When I picked it up I almost asked myself why he was calling. Then I remember I texted him moments ago. Cameron was calling my cell.
I picked it up, hesitantly. "Hello?" I spoke.
"Hey, love!" He said softly. Even though I couldn't see him I figured there was a smile present on his face. "You texted me. Is everything all right, my dear?"
My heart fluttered knowing someone cared. A smile formed on my face, "I'm fine-well great actually." I bit my lip. I probably sounds like a dork, "I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner and talk.."
"My dear, I'd love too. Shall I pick you up?"
Twirling my hair I replied, "I thought you would never ask." Once the words came out of my mouth I knew they didn't sounds right. I felt like the first furry was back in my stomach.
"I'll be over at seven." Then he hung up.
I placed the phone back down and walked to my closet. What to wear? That was the question.
In the end I picked a black long-sleeved dress that went mid thigh and I paired it with black converse. After getting dressed I walked to the bathroom and parted my hair. I put on some eyeliner and made sure I looked fine. By the time I was done getting ready it was 6:48. I walked back into my room and grabbed my phone. Once I picked it up something caught my attention.
Over between my night stand and wall laid a book. Picking the book up, the cover read my name. This must be my diary. I skimmed the pages. Most were written in.
Flipping back to the beginning I figured I should read it.
Dear Diary, Dec. 7, 2018
I have bought this for my parents, for they died December 7, 2017 at 11:29 P.M.. It now has been one year since my parents death. A year of constant change in houses with different foster parents I still remember it so clearly. Why did it have to happen? It happened in front of my eyes...I never want to see his face again. The first day I saw him his eyes were mischievous. Yet I fell for them. I fell for his lies. But I don't want to say or see his name again. Maybe the girls at school are right, I did kill them. If I didn't go out with him then my mother wouldn't have a knife in her back gushing out blood-I still hear her screaming for help: but I was busy. If I just went to my mom first I'd at least have one parent. My father was already dead. I-I thought I could help him somehow. I walked into the bathroom and...I'm sorry but this is painful to even write. This is worse than speaking with the police. God I just had to stand in front of my dad, falling on my knees with every breath-
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Crab cakes I spoke to myself.
I gathered the strength to open the front door. When I opened it, Cameron looked up.
He wore a black tux. His red hair styled in front of his eyes. He held out a bouquet of flowers and I gasped. Never-that I remembered-someone bought me flowers.
I took them with a smile on my face. "Thanks," I mumbled. Cameron smiled and led me to the convertible.
The car ride was quiet. I was expecting us to at least have a small chit chat, I guess not. Looking outside, I saw cars pass by. The sky was beautiful; with its pink and purple tint to it this afternoon. Before I could have a better chance at seeing the aurora of the colors in the sky.
The outside of the restaurant he took me to was quite fancy. Cameron took hopped out of the drivers side while I was still admiring the building infront of me. He opened my door and took me by the hand and led the way to the restaurant.
While we ate all I could think about was the rest of the diary. I feel like this is how I will get my memory back.
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