𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱

six; the truth about grayson

I was determined now, the days passing. Tuesday morning, I'm sitting across from Mia, my mind wandering everywhere but the subject. I wanted to ask Remi and Mia about Grayson, because I just didn't know about anything anymore. I didn't trust everything Harry told me, and he wouldn't even tell me exactly why I should stay away from Grayson, but just kept sending me shady warnings to stay clear from him. And never would I trust anything Natalie told me, though maybe she wasn't wrong that I should be careful. Despite that, I still don't trust her.

The loud bell that dismisses us from class rang out, sending everyone's pencils flying away and their bodies through the door. I took this time to pull Remi aside and talk to her. Maybe she could tell me something at least.

Mia stood and hurried out after telling us both goodbye for the day, since we had no other classes with her. I picked up my bag and followed Remi through the door. "Remi, can I talk to you for a second?" I questioned, dodging a tall boy walking past me. Remi glanced my way for a split second before answering. "Of course you can, is everything okay?"

"Yes, I think, but do you think we could step over to your locker for a second?" I asked, praying to god she would say yes. Thankfully, she nods and turns left by the library, where she stops next to the large lockers. Her eyes are wide, and she holds a concerned look, which I could understand since I probably sounded worried. "What's going on?"

I thought of a few different ways to address what I wanted to know. I didn't want her to think I was dating Grayson, or even wanted to for that matter. "Um," I say quietly, before glancing over my shoulder. For some reason, I felt so uncomfortable talking about it around everyone, but I knew they were paying no attention to us. "Grayson Smith, you know him right?"

"Yeah." She answered casually.

"What happened with him? Did something happen recently, because I'm just... I had someone tell me to stay away from him, but I can't get that person to tell me why and I just want to know." I explain to Remi, hoping it all makes sense, since I'm probably rambling. I notice her expression change slightly, and she almost seems upset. "Look, I don't think you need to know about what happened—"

"Yes," I said, slightly too loudly, which made Remi close her mouth. "I need to know Remi, and I'm sorry for being so pushy and annoying but I'll explain everything later, I promise, okay? I just really need some answers or I'm going to lose my mind." I said all in one breath. I rested my hand on my forehead for a moment as Remi reached out for my hand. I went along with her steps as she pulled me closer to the doors by the library, I'm guessing to make sure no one could hear what she was going to tell me.

Finally, she begins slowly.

"Three years ago, a girl named Emilia Lockhart that attended Riverbed Middle, killed herself in her bedroom the night of the eighth grade dance. It was a shock to all of us. She was never seen around like she was depressed or any of the such, but people would pick on her, mostly because she carried an Australian accent. I know, stupidest shit ever to pick on someone for, but anyway," Remi continued on and I watched her as she spoke, hoping with every ounce of hope that I had left that she wasn't going to say what I thought. "Emilia left a letter to her parents, for when they found her, and it was mostly about how much she loved them and all this other crap about how she loved her friends and family, and how she was sorry for doing what she did.."

Remi paused for a moment, and I found my eyes beginning to blur in sadness. Hearing this brings back my terrible past. But I can't leave now, because I have to know the truth.