Hidden Whispers

c l a i r e // 22

16th August

Hey, Claire. I'm Brianna.

I woke up to my bed on the 13th and I found your diary beside me. I don't know how it got here. Your diary had a little blood stain at the corner of the pages. I wonder why. Have you been cutting again?

My head hurts like crazy and I have no recollection of 12th August whatsoever. I'm scared, Claire.

I heard that you're not here anymore. If you could see me now, you'd realize that I crave for you crazily. I need you, Claire. Why the fuck did you leave me like that?

I couldn't help but sneak into your diary, and I'm sorry that I read all of your entries. I'm sorry.

You really had sexual feelings for Jake, didn't you? Why didn't you just tell me? You wanted to leave me because I was a girl? We just could've talked, Claire. If we did, I could've let you go and seen you happy.

But you're not here anymore.

Why, Claire? Why did you get hanged?

On 13th, when I got the news of your death, I realized who killed you, Claire. It was your sister. I don't remember anything of 12th, but after reading your diary, it was clear that she wanted your presence to be dissipated. She hated you, didn't she? That bitch.

I decided to go to her and charge her. Trust me, if she would've stopped lying, and let me take her to the police, nothing would've happened.

The moment I went to her (She was apparently by the Lake, crying) and started telling her about the fact that I knew that she killed you, she started screaming frantically and told me that she didn't have a clue as to what happened. Fucking lying whore.

I kept my bag behind a bush and started screaming at her, and without any warning she pushed me into the water. She looked at me, frightened. And then she ran away. I got hold of a wood plank and managed to reach the shore. And then I fainted.

I regained my consciousness on the 14th again. I was lying on this freshly made bed. A woman I didn't know looked down at me with loving eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, sitting up. My back ached.

"My husband and I found you by the Lake. We are just mere tourists, and came here to roam. But when we found you we couldn't leave you alone. Brianna, right? We talked to the authorities. You have been living alone?" She asked, politely.

The man beside her smiled gently.

"Yes I have. Why? Will I get shifted somewhere?" I asked. I truly hoped that I did, because I couldn't bear to live here anymore, with your fragrance and the flowing memories of us.

I am flying to Toronto to live with my aunt. Crazy, right?

I still love you, Claire. And I promise you, I'd get back to the person who killed you. I'd kill her.

I'm deciding to give this diary to your friend Jenna. You used to trust her a lot, and I hope this diary would be safe with her.

Love you forever, Bri.

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