"She told me all the inhuman pain and suffering she had endured was worth it as it finally led her to me."
There are some things in this earth that are better off unsaid. The old man next door was always a lousy old pervert. There was one time, I remember clearly, when my father had left the house, leaving me and my older sister, who at the time was 16, alone. I was only thirteen. Pure. Untouched. But that night that old pervert had snuck through the bathroom window while I was in the shower, clearly hoping to get a good look at my young body.
I was in that damn shower for only a short time but you could probably imagine the look on my face when I had turned and caught him.
That night, when my father came home, me and my sister were bawling our eyes out to him, and the next morning the old pervert next door was found sitting upright on his couch, a bullet through his brain.
And that's when I realised that my father wasn't who he said he was.
When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets.
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Natalie Driscoll is dead.
She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers.
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