My notebook (Byler)

19

I woke up on the basement floor with the notebook in hand. I sat up and in an immediate, I felt my neck hurt along with my shoulder. "Fuck" I whispered to myself. I tried my best to stretch and as much as it hurt, I continued a little longer before finally putting my arms down. The sentences Will had once written repeated over and over again. I heard them in only his voice and I could only imagine him writing it in bed.
      With all that's been read yet not said, the guilt poured into me. The realization hit me like a bullet. The simple fact was that I had stopped being there for him and the rest of my friends. I had left him for El, left him for some "Love" that I wasn't even sure was actually "Love"
    I grabbed the notebook and brought it up stairs. I expected to be met with the dark hallway but instead was met with the brightness. "Morning?" I wondered as I closed the door behind me quietly. That was another thing, the house was very quiet. Usually I'd hear my little sister or my mom rushing everyone around for breakfast and other day to day stuff but instead it was silent.
   The driveway was empty and the house, empty as well. I bit my lip before looking at the time.
                      10:15 a.m

"I'm late! So late!" I ran to my room, throwing the notebook on my bed before getting dressed.
"Will's gonna hate me for reading that....Will." I sighed. "Will loves me. My bestfriend loves me..."

   (A/N: I am so sorry for the short chapter but I really have had no inspiration these past weeks so forgive me! I'll have to make up a better chapter but for now here is all I could really do)