Hunting For The Truth

One: Going Back To The Past

It's been a year since the accident. Everyone has an idea, but doesn't really know who did it. Even I have no clue and I was there. After a year, you would think we would have a suspect in mind, but we got nothing.

I'm sorry! I didn't introduce myself. My name is Harley Jackson. I lived in the little town of Stone Creek Hill. The accident I am talking about had to do with a friend of mine. Well more like a best friend. We grew up together. Her name was Krissy. One night me, Krissy and our other friends, Blake and Josephine aka Jo, went to our friend Diamian's house because he threw a party. We weren't super close to Diamian, but Krissy was, we went so she wouldn't be lonely incase Diamian ditched her.

After a hour or two at the party, Krissy disappeared, which was normal. We figured she was flirting with Diamian or flirting with basically any other guy. Me, Blake, and Jo were sitting talking to each other out back when we heard a couple screams. We went inside to check it out. We ran upstairs and saw Krissy on the floor with a broken stick through her heart.

She was pronounced dead at the scene. As they wheeled her body out, I was sobbing as my friends and my crush, at the time, were comforting me. My crush was Danny Briggs. He was on the football team. He is also Diamian' cousin, but that doesn't really matter, I guess. I had my head hidden in Danny's chest. He let me cry, but he did. it lovingly. Instead of just doing it because he felt like he had to.

After the funeral, I moved. It was for the best. I had been friends with Krissy since we were in diapers. I couldn't stand seeing everything in town and thinking of her. It hurt. My dad got another job eight counties over, which was a 7 hour drive from Stone Creek Hill. Everyone understood why I wanted to leave, but they didn't want me too. Jo and Blake understood and let me go. Danny got a little mad, but he gave in after I started crying in front of him.

Now it is a year later. I am going back. There is going to be a memorial ceremony for her in the town church. Krissy's mother, Genie, and her husband, Dave, called my parents and invited us. I was hesitant, but we will only be staying for a few days then we are going back and won't come back.

Jo and Blake are still friends. We are friends with each other on Facebook. We have a group text that we use every once in a while. Most of the time its once every month or two. Danny and I text the same amout as Jo and Blake. When I first moved, we texted nonstop, but it started declining the more we lived our own lives.

As for me with friends in the new town, I have none. I choose to. I am the girl that everyone knows and says hi to, but is never really friends. You know what I mean? Anyways, I choose not to have friends, because I like keeping to myself. Even when Krissy was alive, She had to squeeze things out of me. I held stuff in until I would explode. I do that now, but I haven't exploded yet.

"Sis," Piercy said walking into my room. "Mom says we are leaving soon."

"Thanks, bub," I said.

"You didn't eat," He said and pointed at the plate of pizza from dinner the night before.

"I wasn't hungry," I said.

"You love pizza," He said.

"I just wasn't hungry, Piercy," I said. "Go tell mom that I am ready, ok?" He nodded and walked out. He sure is observant for a nine year old, which is scary, in my case.

I stood from my window seat and grabbed my change of clothes for the journey to Stone Creek. I changed in my bathroom. After I came out, I saw my phone was lit up. I picked it up and Jo had texted me.

'Hope to see you this weekend! We really miss you, Harles. Love ya, xoxo.'

I sighed at the message and locked my phone. I grabbed my suitcase then my phone dinged again. This time it was Blake.