𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

prologue

I ran up to his bedroom, taking two steps at a time. The sirens screamed in the night and their blue lights streamed through the windows, illuminating the dark room. I rummaged through the papers on his desk and opened up the drawers, emptying its contents onto the floor. I pulled my hair in frustration.

"Where the hell is that book?"

My attention goes towards his bed. I raced towards it and pulled off his bed sheet covers and threw his pillows to the side. I sat down and sighed when I didn't find it. Where would he have kept it? I scanned the room, and a black object sticking out the side of his jacket that lay on the ground, caught my attention. I scrambled towards it and retrieved the tattered book.

I opened the front page. This is what I was looking for.

Ross Lynch.

Do not read.

I flipped over to the next page, smiling at his messy handwriting on the lined, yellow tinged, paper. This book gave me every little detail that I needed, to know what happened to him. I began to read.

Dear diary...