The Suicide Notebook

Chapter 10

Jerome's P.O.V

"L-Lizzie," I stuttered, I needed to know what she's hiding from me.

"Yeah?" She questioned as she shakily exhaled.

"What aren't you t-telling me?"

She didn't answer.

"Lizzie . . ."

No reply.

"I h-have to g-go," she murmured before turning away.

I ran out after her, the first time I've gotten out of my room that became my life.

* * *

Lizzie's P.O.V

I don't know if I should tell him . . .

Should I?

No. . .

He deserves to know though . . .

I continued to sprint away from his house, hearing footsteps trailing behind.

"STOP FOLLOWING M-ME!" I yelled, but the collision of feet colliding against the concrete became a stronger source of sound.

"LIZZIE JUST TELL ME!"

My house was starting to be in range of vision, but still difficult to notice.

This'll destroy him if he knows, he can't find out . . .

I kept repeating these things in my mind, which somehow helped me run faster.

* * *

I flung open the door that belonged to the house I lived in, my heart pounding as my mind raced.

I ran inside and shut it as fast as I possibly could, locking it.

I laid my back against the door, and slowly slid down until I touched the floor.

I didn't hear any more footsteps.

I didn't hear anything but myself panting for oxygen.

I couldn't hear Jerome yelling for me.

Or him pounding on the door.

What's happening?

That's when I looked down, to see I didn't have my purse.

The purse where I had Briana's notebook.