Reeve Wilmot is forced to return to her town after being gone for nearly two years.
Once back she has to face the music and face the people who don't believe her truth. She'll also have to confront her feelings for Adrian Stovak, the boy she loved...
One thing I lack most is... Well, a lot of things but I've never been able to blame other people. Even if it is their fault, I still blame myself. If I hadn't grown to trust them then I wouldn't have been in this situation.
I got back to my mom's house and no one was there because school was still in session.
Suddenly I was all too aware of the notebook in my backpack. It was there, mocking me from the confines of my bag.
I went into the living room and sat down on the carpet and pulled out the notebook haunting me. Its spine has been worn and the doodles lining the corners are from another girl. Carefully I open it with shaky fingers, the pages have been written on with a blue pen.
I flip to the back where I know what I wrote is the thing that has been haunting me is.
This journal was supposed to have been gone and never around me again.
It was put in as evidence and I thought that I was free of it, every feeling, every word, everything was supposed to be gone.
And I would be safe from myself.
I want to go home, where that is I'm not sure. But I want to go home. Have a warm bed where the blankets wrap me in safety and know that nothing can reach me there. I want to be able to sleep through the night. Something that I haven't done in a long while.
Doctors say that it will be good if I write down my feelings, that way I don't keep things all bottled up.
I'd rather keep it all bottled up than anything else. Everyone already looks at me like a fragile little girl. Telling them anymore would only make things worse.
If it was up to me I would have kept all this out of the public eye, but Christian ratted himself out now we are both going to pay.
To whatever person is going to be reading this when it's taken as evidence I would just like it pointed out that I am not a little girl anymore. Don't treat me like one.
He's ruined me but I've ruined us both.
Tears escaped while I read the brief passage I wrote. Someone read this, every part of my heart and soul of that night is in this stupid, flimsy notebook.
Keeping it would destroy me but get rid of it would too.
Staying here will cause me to second guess everything because these people are relentless and won't stop until I admit that what I told the police about Christian was a lie.
But this is my truth and no one can take it away from me.
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