The Suicide Notebook

Chapter 12

Lizzie's P.O.V

I threw the phone across the wall, infuriated, disappointed, annoyed, etc.

Too many emotions to list.

He won't pick up.

He won't contact me in any way.

When I go over he won't open the door.

It's been 3 days of this.

I need that notebook back.

Annabelle needs to get caught.

I was going to call the cops.

Since bullying is against the law.

But would they do anything now?

Briana's dead . . .

The damage has been done.

And now, I don't even have the only connection with her- the only source of Annabelle's crime.

I tapped my fingernails against the oak wooden desk as I attempted to think of any way to get her notebook back.

I could say- no . . . What if? No that's too obvious. I could sne- no! UGH!

I never found out when I was mentioned.

I never read it all.

It's just hurting him more.

Jerome's P.O.V

I was only on page 5 of her book.

It's been three days and I'm on page 5.

Ever since though I've been getting calls nonstop.

Voicemails nonstop.

Notifications nonstop.

It truly doesn't help that my Nana died earlier today.

Or at the least I was informed today.

I sighed before starting to read the next page.

Wait what? Why isn't there day 5, 6, or 7? Lizzie . . .

Day 8

I cut. Ever since last night. It's only been getting worse. I need one to be my savior. I have been hoping for someone to step up for me. No one has. No one . . . Haven't you noticed how cruel life is? How it's one big game? I have . . . But it wasn't just Annabelle. It was a lot of different people that caused this. They might've not done much but it was still enough. Let me tell you how. 1. Wes. Yeah, he seemed like the nicest guy in school. HE WASN'T. He never denied rumors. He loved attention to. I fell for him. How could I not? He was on the football team, he was handsome . . . Smart, charismatic, irresistible . . . I used to be sound starstruck when I said those words. Now they come out of my mouth with pure hatred. Pure hatred. He was a pervert too. I remember sleeping peacefully in my bedroom with the curtains held to the side. Being able to look out at the beautiful starry night sky. He ruined that for me. Jerome, if you ever read this know that he saw watched me. I didn't know he did. I found out when you went to Disneyland with Ashley- when mom and dad were out. I convinced myself that I was paranoid. But I figured out it was every Friday. I thought that I was just paranoid- I mean Annabelle told me that I was a disgrace. That no one would ever like me. And I believed her. Then Wes showed up. I call him Wes P. now. Stands for Wes Pervert. It's sad Jerome because you two were good friends, funny how Mitch always thought he was weird. That something was up. But whenever I tried telling you Jerome, you said I was paranoid or you didn't have time for this that you had to record. One time you yelled at me. I ran away from home for a day or two. I'm a drama queen aren't I, Jerome? I don't know if you meant it or not but I am sorry. Sorry for trying to have my brother protect me. But friends always beat family, right? I'm at the bottom of the page, cya whoever reads this.