It was October fourth, 2014 that they announced the death of Alena Grace Peterson. It felt like any other day at first, rainy, cold, gloomy. But when I received the news my heart sunk into my stomach and my throat filled up with water of horror and I didn't know what else to do but run. I ran. I ran so far I didn't know where I was anymore. Nothing was familiar. Nothing was regular. I liked it.
It was far into the woods, farther than I'd ever gone before and farther than anyone wanted to. It was pretty, magical even. The fog from the gloomy day crept into the woods and circled the trees in a mysterious, elegant way. I found the tree with the least amount of mulch and bugs and sat down. I leaned against the bark and I told myself, "Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't be a little bitch, Finn, don't cry." I began to whimper, "DONT CRY!" I begged myself, but I could already feel the tears streaming down my face. I grabbed a loose twig from the ground and chucked it away, covering my face I let out a shriek.
"She's gone." I breathe heavily into my coat. "She-shes gone forever." It crept into my mind the idea that I'd never see her again. Not a cold hello, not a stare from her icy blue eyes, not a bump in the hallways, nothing. I'll never get anything from her.
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The diary of Alena Peterson
Teen FictionAfter the news that Alena Peterson, a 17 year old girl living in Washington had commit suicide, Finn Lotus finds her diary, and learns what was really in her mind, while falling in love with the dead girl.
