Told By Us (Completed)

Suspect

     ( Jamie pov)

         After the day of the dance everyone got a call saying school was closed. We as a group decided not to talk today. Ms. M had called the police and before they could get there we left. I looked at myself in the mirror. I touched my hair feeling in the stripes of paint that I could never wash out. I sighed.

  " Knock knock can I come in," my dad asked.

  " Sure thing."

   He walked in holding a bowl of soup.

  " You know I'm not sick dad... right?"

  " Haha.. yes I know.. I just wanted to make you feel better."

" Thanks daddy."

  I gave him a hug , after he sat the bowl of soup.

  " I thought you wouldn't call me that because you were 'too old' or something," he used air quotations.

  " I know... I just... I don't know."

  He grabbed my cheeks and kissed my forehead. " It's ok poohpooh noono."

  " Oh my god dad. Never call me that again."

  We laugh. Despite what happened I couldn't tell him what had happened. It was to big. Especially for my dad of all people to handle.

  " What's wrong princess," he asked looking worried.

  " Oh nothing... you know, I really missed us. I'm glad I'm with you now."

  " Me too," he smiles. " Alright enough mushy stuff I'll get out of you hair," he laughed. He walked to the door.

  Before leaving out he turned to me, " I love you," he says shyly. It was rare that we said it to each other.

  " Love you extra," I chuckled.

    He closed the door. We always made a joke behind it. It could never be to serious between us. He would never allow it. Even when I got in trouble it wouldn't last for long because he would get happy and take me out off of punishment.

I looked at my phone as it buzzed on my nightstand. Charlie was calling me. I hadn't talked to him sense that video. I was too embarrassed. I ate my soup and laid back down in bed. I was so upset by what had happened that I didn't even want to go to school anymore. Dropping out wouldn't be hard. I had dreams for myself. This year was unlike any other. I just wanted it to end. I took my diary from my nightstand. I sat up and bed and put my pencil to paper.

" February 5, 2014
Dear Diary,
I'm completely done with everything. I made a promise to Juna. I feel like I failed, but in the end it's still like success. It's hard to comprehend if you read it to yourself. To me. Hopefully at the end of it, all is a rainbow. Sadly with the harsh reality we live I don't know if I'm lying to myself... or just trying to make myself feel better. Either way, I'm very unsure of what the future holds. Truth is-"

There's another knock on my door as I write. I put my pencil down and answer the door.

" Hey princess can you come downstairs with me," dad says sadly.

" Sure. Just give me a second," I smile.

    When he nods and closes the door I grab my diary and put it in my dresser. I walk down the hallway to the living room. When I get in there, there was a policeman talking to my dad.

   " Dad... what's going on," I question.

    " This detective wants to take you to the police station."