Chapter Twenty-four|| Secrets in a Silver Notebook

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  • Dedicated to Lauren Nigro
                                    

I couldn't tell if Lysander left the bathroom, I could hear the shower, but who knew. Meekly I dressed in what Lysander had layed out, noticing that I had lost more weight than I had imagined. they were destroying me, even if I was breathing they were tearing me apart. I tied my hair vack slowly waiting patiently for Johnathan to come get me. Lysander's room was still trashed, broken glass, furniture and ripped clothing littering the floor. Trapped beneathe a dresser something silver caught my eye, a notebook, jammed and disgaurded. Slowly, I picked it up, a journal with browned pages. The first page had been torn out but on the second small slanted writting filled the page with blue.I looked to the bathroom door, listening for the shower. When Lysander was no where in sight I began reading.

Lysander,

Kiera is the one for you, don't forget that ever. If you are changed, fight for her, protec t her, and hold on to your humanity. Yes, she is a strong girl but she needs you, you're all she's got and that's your fault. Protect her, keep her safe and keep Johnathan away from her. You may not care, you may think of her as food, but you loved her, you can't forget the way you felt about her. She made your heart race, your blood sing and your skin buzz. She is everythingand you will not let her die. Protect her, you will die without her, you love her more than life it's selfm she's everything and nothing will change that.Don't give up, love her.

Lysander.

There was more but I couldn't read it throught the tears.I put it back silently, I have to find a way to get him back because he was right I need him. Walking to the bathroom door I knocked.

"Lysander. I'm going to fight for you." I whispered. THe bathroom door opened just as Johnathan came into the room. Hegrabbed at my wrist pulling me down the hallway.I looked behind my shoulder and as expected Lysander stood frozen outside of the bathroom door. 

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