Quinn O'Connell was the pretty girl in pink, the homecoming queen and all-around straight-A student. Most people saw her as uptight, narcissistic but most importantly... They saw her as a control freak with her perfect blonde hair and patronising sm...
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Carlisle and Quinn sat side-by-side on a bench in the garden of the Denali coven home, snow tumbled down around them beautifully but they sat unaffected, small flakes catching in their hair and blending with their marvellous porcelain skin. Carlisle slowly opened the leather diary handed to him, the pages a pale lilac colour, sprawled across carefully in the scruffy handwriting of fifteen-year-old Quinn O'Connell. Quinn wanted him to know everything and this was the best way...
Dear mom,
This is strange, writing in a book as if you are here but Charlie thinks it will be good for me, getting my thoughts in order. Apparently, his daughter tried it at some point but gave up. So, we'll just have to see how many entries I make before I get bored of it too. It has been two weeks without you now and we've had your funeral, I feel like it was all really rushed but Jensen thinks that it will be best to get it out of the way. People said some beautiful things about you mom, and your work here in Forks hospital, that little boy, Richard Mendes, who broke his leg last spring, he drew you a picture and they've framed it at your grave. He is only six so I don't think he really understands but it was nice to see either way. I insisted they put down white roses, your favourites. Jensen is struggling, I know that this is all very hard for him, without you but we're all managing, a day at a time. His daughter Gabby has been to visit and so, I haven't seen him much but I hear him sometimes, crying. He must be devastated without you.
All my love,
Quinny. Xx
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Dear Mom,
As I predicted, I haven't really been keeping up with the diary writing but Charlie asked about it today so I felt as though I should update you on life. It's two months without you now mom and not a day goes by where I don't think about you. Jensen said I look just like you and it's the only thing keeping him going, I don't really see the resemblance, no one is as beautiful as you. But if it keeps him strong, then I don't mind. He has been angrier recently and I don't quite understand it. At some point, he went from being sad to being angry. I wish I could ask for your advice, I don't remember him being an angry character but he threw a glass today, it nearly hit me straight in a face and that wouldn't have been a pretty sight. So, I'm trying my best to keep out of his way since then, I've been to the reservation with Charlie, he has been teaching me to fish, it's wonderful. I wish you were here mom.
All my love,
Quinny, Xx
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Mom,
I don't know what is happening but I don't want to be here anymore. It's been three weeks since I last wrote to you and life has only gotten worse. I woke up and found him there, he just stood there staring at me as if I wouldn't notice and when I asked him what the hell he wanted, he just walked off. I'm afraid of him mom, I think your death has destroyed him. He doesn't visit your grave with me anymore, he just lingers and stares.
