Namar's P.O.V
It's been awhile since I've been in Aria's room. Almost two and a half weeks. I ink she is slipping away. All she wants to do is hang out with E.J and jeff, even Ben.
I went I to her room though to see if I could scare her and hang out with her when she came back. I went snooping around to find a good hiding spot in her closet when I saw a stack of books.
I went closer. Theses were diaries since she was 4. I guess she started writing in 2000 because there was a bright pink diary that said said 2000. The rest continued getting darker and more mature.
I soon looked at the effect it gave off as though a rainbow was spit out into books. All the colours looked beautiful.
(The colours if you care;
2001 was a bright blue
2002 was a sky blue
2003 was a navy blue
2004 was a purple
2005 was a magenta
2006 was a lime green
2007 was a teal
2008 was a bright yellow
2009 was a black sequin journal with the Eiffel Tower
2010 was a picture of me her and Ally from when we were all 14
2011 was a picture of her old pets
2012 was a dark grey
2013 was a crimson red
2014 was a simple sketch journal)
I picked up the 2001 and went flipping through. Seems as though she drew her life with some captions and ideas of everything.
I soon went and flipped through all until 2014. There I just grabbed it and shove it in my jacket pocket. Aria walked in and flopped in her bed.
"Hello" I said.
She screamed. Ally ran In and ran out instantly only for Aria to start crying and me stand outside her door with a confuse what do I do face.
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Bleeding love
FanfictionThree best friends, move to Ohio. They then go through crazy events only to discover they are part creepy pasta. -lamest discription*it was the best I could do