I knew she wasn't dead. She was out there somewhere, but no one believed me. No one ever does. Not until now, that is. Not until we all stare death in the eyes do we ever believe it. I'm just the sad little in denial teenage liar who's best friend "died" six months ago, right? I know she's not dead. They haven't found the body. How can you declare someone's death without seeing the decaying body first hand. I won't believe it. Lindsay hadn't run off and fallen in the creek that day. I believe she was kidnapped. I know she was kidnapped. I saw it running off with her, kicking and throwing her arms around, but does anyone believe me? No. Nobody ever believes a liar.