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"HOW WAS your week?" Mr Brown asked Chrissy as he slouched in his arm chair again. "Painful." She replied, messing with lose strands of her hair.
"You don't look very interested in being here Christina." He noted, tilting his head to her. "I just don't see how you can help me anymore. I've told you everything, that's all you wanted."
He shook his head. "Tell me about Jeff?" He said leaning forward out of his usual position. "Why?" She snapped feeling the tears come to her eyes at the mention of her late boyfriend. "It will help. I can help."
"How are you going to help me. How?"
Mr Brown stared at the fragile girl in front of him before pulling open his bottom cupboard and pulling out a plain black book. He gave it to the girl who looked at him puzzled.
"It's a journal. A helpful one. I want you to write everything you can't say out loud in here and we can discuss it. That's how I'm going to help you, because the more we talk about the things you don't want to speak about it will get easier. It'll help you with Jeff, Bryce and everything else on your mind, just write."
She nodded, putting the journal in her bag and leaving, saying goodbye to Mr Brown. She figured it might work, if not they'd find another way to help her deal. Because it had to get easier, right?
When she got home she went and sat in her room alone. She felt alone most of the time, even if people were there but as she started to write in the journal things began to change, it was much easier to write everything, especially after the terrible week of having the courage to take Bryce down but Jessica bailing and with Mr Porter having the tapes. Along with Tony foolishly giving a copy of the tapes to Mr and Mrs Baker.
Thinking of the Bakers led her to thinking of Jeff's parents. It was rude of her not to visit them but their house was filled of memories of them, picture of him and her and his smell. His smell lingered in his house as stupid as it sounded it was the truth.
She wrote down everything, every day since she met Jeff but the thought of Jeff started to make her feel happy rather than make her feel pain.
All she needed was Jeff and there was only one way to have him.
