Confessions Of A Dead Girl

Ch1: Dear Dead Girl

We finally made it to the new house after a long drive from Seattle to Oregon. The neighbourhood seemed quiet even through the windy weather, and through the bustling traffic nearby. It seemed like a perfect place to live, yet I wasn't too happy to move from my hometown. My dad had gotten a promotion at his job which prompted him to move 6 hours away from our old home. I was glad that he has finally gotten what he wanted for so long, however, the thought of being far away from my friends left me in anger.

The neighbouring houses passed us slowly as we made our way to the truck where the movers were placing piles of boxes on the pavement. The house was somewhat small, but enough to fit four people, and I was wondering why this house was bought at a cheaper price than our previous one. It looked fairly new as if it was built just yesterday, and the blue navy paint wasn't cracked all. The pavement was intact with no sign of weeds growing through, and the front steps have been swept clean as if no one has set foot onto the porch in a long time.

My father parked behind the white moving truck, killing the engine after unbuckling his seatbelt, and opening the door. Making his way to the back of our red Ford car, he opened the trunk where we put our bags filled with our personal belongings. I sat still in the back seat while holding, Milo, my Pomeranian dog, not wanting to live a new life in a strange town I haven't been to before, but I knew I had to get out at some point.

I sighed as I stared at the back of my mom's head, waiting for her to leave as well, wanting to be left alone for a while. However, she hasn't moved an inch since the stop.

"Mom? Aren't you going to leave?" I asked, still waiting for her to open the door and walk out, but she sat there with no movement.

"I'm waiting for you to leave."

"Why?"

"I know you. You're going to cause a huge fuss for nothing. I also didn't want to move, but I did it for him. So, please don't ruin this for your father. He has been working hard for this promotion."

I sighed. I knew she was right about that even though I so badly wanted to deny her accusation.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door while holding Milo in my arms before going to where my dad was at, not replying to my mom's claim about me causing a fuss over nothing even when I knew she was being honest. The thought of being far from my childhood home, and the problems I had to endure now that I am isolated from everyone I knew, stayed in my head for a while.

I made my way to the entrance of the house where I found my dad placing boxes down on the wooden floor. His clothes damp with sweat from carrying all the big boxes in, and his hair was starting to oil up as well. His muscles flexed as he slowly set the box down on the ground. I stood still before the door, not wanting to set foot inside and accept the fact that we truly left.

"Where's your mom?" He asked, tiredly, his chest contracts and moves downward quickly, trying to regain his breathing after all the work.

"In the car," I answered, setting Milo on the ground, freeing her from my grasp. Her tail wagged as she ran into the house, easily accepting her new life in a different place.

"Alright. Why don't you help me unpack these boxes?" He asked, breathlessly.

I sighed, making my way to one of the smaller boxes placed in what looks like a living room, acknowledging the eyes of my father boring on me with a hint of disappointment. He knew how lazy I was to help him with the larger boxes, but he was too tired to even say anything.

Hearing his footsteps leaving the room, I sat on the floor near the boxes, glancing at Milo who seems to be tired as well from the long journey to Oregon. I wondered if moving here was such a good idea even if it means that we would get more opportunities from my father's promotion.

I grabbed one of the boxes and ripped the tape off before unboxing it. Pictures of our family stacked inside, of us growing up in our old home, of Milo as a puppy, of Kim and Candace sleeping over at my house. I smiled at the memories from my childhood up to my teenage years. However, that was long gone. Now, I'll have to create new memories in a new home.

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I laid on my bed after hours of mounting our furniture. My feet were hurting from standing up for too long, and I was exhausted from lack of rest. As much as I wanted to fall asleep, the strangeness of this house left me wide awake, and the thought of being like this until I feel comfortable was unbearable to think about.

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling fan running in circles, waiting for my parents to call me down so I can store the empty boxes in the attic.

I could hear the loud sounds of my parents folding the boxes while talking to each other. I rolled over to my side and looked at Milo who was sleeping on her dog bed soundly, unaware of the ruckus happening below.

"Lisa, come and get the boxes!" My mother yelled.

I got up from my bed and made my way down the stairs where my mother was waiting with the folded boxes in her hands.

"Here. You know where to put it. Make sure you place it nicely." She said without leaving me any time to reply. She made her way to the living room where my father was watching the game.

I sighed as I climbed back up with the items in my arms to the attic door that was located in the middle of the hallway. Pulling the string, a ladder made its way slowly to the ground causing a thump to occur. I slowly made my way to the dark attic with the boxes in my hand, trying my best to not let them fall from my grasp. I place on the ground as I climb the last step, glancing at the room only lit by the small round window.

I pull the string of the light bulb, causing the place to be lit enough for me to see a small book laying on a box. I made my way to it with steady hands as if someone would pop up from the empty box and kill me.

It was a large brown book with the initials E.D written on the cover, and the book was wrapped by a brown cord as if the owner wanted nobody to look in it. I knew it was a diary the second I looked at it, and I knew especially not to invade someone's privacy, however, nobody in their right mind would leave something so important behind knowing that anyone could easily find it.

I grabbed it with my trembling left hand while my other hand slowly unwrapped the thin cord from the book, letting the pages loosen themselves before dropping the long string on the ground.

I opened the first page of the diary, and what I read was about to change my life.