The Secret Diary of Emily Carlton

Chapter 14 to 20

Dear Diary, 

I think They know about me. I’ve been so careful, but I think I saw them following me earlier this week. Blake thinks that I should leave town. He says that we can fake my death and no one should bother me after that. But I don’t want to leave. I can’t do that to my parents, or to Pipe and Li. But it seems like it’s my only choice. Maybe if I… 

I shut the diary quickly. I hide it under my other books and grab my phone and text Piper. 

Can u come over?

I wait a few minutes for her reply. 

I’ll be right there.

I start to pace around my room as I wait, impatiently, for Piper. She comes in and takes one look at my face. 

“What happened?” 

“Is Em really dead?” 

“What do you mean?” I grab the diary and open it to the last page I was on. She reads it and gasps. “What the heck? Does this mean…?” 

“That’s what I wanted to know too. I don’t think I can keep doing this.” 

“I don’t understand. What can’t you keep doing?” 

“All of this! This is too weird! None of this should be possible—it can’t be possible! Why did we have to get sucked into this?” I yell, close to tears. “I can’t keep this a secret much longer. I’ll explode if I do.” 

“Well, what do you suggest we do then?” 

“I don’t know, maybe we could go to the police. This is too much for us to handle on our own anymore.” 

“You know they’d never believe us.” 

“We could show them everything. They’ll have to believe us eventually. We’ll make them.” 

“Look, Li, I know this is hard. But you know we can’t tell anyone; they’d think we’re insane.” 

“Maybe we are.” Piper starts to laugh, until she sees my face. “I mean, none of this is possible. Maybe this is what our minds came up with because of the grief, or something. Maybe the diary is nothing more than something she was writing for a contest or something.” Even as I say it, I know that it isn’t true. 

“I want to believe that too, but I think we both know that that isn’t true.” 

“But maybe—” 

“Li, I know this is hard; I feel the same way. But this is our reality now.” 

“Well, it sucks.” 

“I know.” 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but do you think we should ask Blake?” 

“Are you insane!?” 

“Well, it’s just that Em seemed to trust him and he seems to know what’s going on. Maybe we should trust him.” 

“And maybe we’ll get killed! I don’t trust Blake. And I never will.” 

“Please, Pipe. We need to talk to someone about this. And you won’t let us go to the police. Blake is our only option.” 

“Fine. But if he tries to do anything, his nose won’t be the only thing I break.” 

I laugh and nod. “Okay, I can agree with that.” 

I grab the diary and throw it into my backpack. We walk back to Blake’s house in silence. When we get there, we try the door again. It’s unlocked. We go inside to see the house completely empty. There is nothing left in the house, none of the pictures or boxes. Nothing. That is, until we walk into the kitchen. In the middle of the floor is a note.