The silent truth: The beginning to the aftermath

Prologue:

A person once told me that high school is a bunch of nobodys trying to be  somebody's. That meant people tried to be things they knew they couldn't even if it meant they had to be bullies to achieve it and  just to know that they have made a name for themselves and I couldn't agree more, well there's more relatable experiences that'll you'll probably understand. This journey is going to be one you'll understand if you've experienced it.

"WTF DYLAN!" Kayla howled in shock."Why do you gotta make a scene?" Dylan said so smuggly."Get the hell away from me, and if you don't, I flippin' scream!" Kayla exclaimed this with utter disgustas she felt her stomach hurling. Dylan walked away from her and went out, the room, leaving Kayla half naked, ready to hurl her guts out in the bedroom. "Yo Dylan, where's my sister?" Malc sounding worried "How the fuck am I supposed to know dude? I'm looking for my girlfriend, " Dylan said , undermining the situation."You left with her. What do you mean?" Said Malcom."Oh yeah, she's in the bathroom." Dylan pointed upstairs where the line for the bathroom began. "Bro, I know she's drunk, so please don't take advantage of her being in that state, please." Malcom erged Dylan, and he left. (In the other room) "Ahhh," moaned Stacy "Shhh no one should hear," hushed Elijah, and they continued and..I don't think I need to mention what exactly they were doing right? No, I don't think so. (In the kitchen)"DRINK DRINK DRINK" said the crowd "Ugh" after Mateo drank a 4 shots at once "YEAHHH " as the crowd cheered for him and then there's me the one who's forever in the shadows and no one realises that I was at that party.                                                          

Typical Teenage Party, if you're not aware, is where sex, drinking, drug overdoses, and assult happens. Quite boring if you ask me because the same thing happens all the time it isn't entertaining at all if you ask me and who am I you probably wondering I am the sister of the most popular and beautiful girl in school, I'm Bailey but because I'm nothing like her, Im basically the total opposite of her in everyones eyes. Sometimes, it's a blessing and a curse to not being exactly like her. Well, this was the story behind the camera. Bree, my sister was a socialite and always the life of the party with straight A's and everything but there was a period where she came back home crying every day and I never bothered to ask why, which makes me sound selfish but you'll get how I developed the sense of not wanting to ask her shit because she never told me anything but instead advised me on things I didn't need instead of being helped. No one knows what actually happened to her. She was just a different person behind closed doors she was not as confident as you would see her at school. "Wake up,  Bailey, we have to go to school." She said while banging on my door. Well, I was already dressed and woken up. I was just not in the mood to interact with anyone, and yes, I tend to do so, lock myself in my room until it's time to leave. We finally left and arrived at school.                                                                  School is a damn trap because the moment you get in, you have to act like a predetor because this is where all the I hea come from. "I heard her sister is suicidal." "I heard she's gay."  Yeah, a bunch of,"I heard, " which isn't for the faint-hearted to hear, to be honest. You'd be lucky if you made it out alive after school cause like no literally people commit suicide or school shootings, but I always make it out. "Hey Bailey,I'm coming home later. Just tell mom I'm going to do homework over at Chloé's house, right?"  Bree asked. We both knew she was going to have sex with Dylan, but I didn't dare say a word and just agreed with whatever she wanted.                                                                 Well, she didn't come back, and I just thought she spent the night over thats what we all thought, but she left me to my parents, and they're bickering like they were kids. But the next day Bree didn't come back home so we thought she went to school with Chloé, no Chloé didn't see her yesterday just as I suspected but it doesn't even matter about how right I am it's the fact that she isnt at school and she wasn't spotted by any of her friends for the previous night. School went on quickly than usual it's usually a drag until last period thankfully it didn't today but in all actuality there was no sign of Bree and I felt mom and dad's worry in their spirits. "Bailey, we're coming back now. we're just going to the police station, so just stay put, ok?!" My mom said this as if I'd go out, may I remind her that I have no friends to sneak out with so she can relax besides the only thing I was gonna do was to snoop in Bree's room. They left, and immediately, I went to Bree's room and did what I came there for until I found her diary. I took it and went to my room and began reading                                                                              Hey. Sis, if you're reading this, this probably means I'm gone, and you decided to be nosy and snoop well, Bailey. I'm either not coming home, or I've committed suicide either or...... At this specific juncture, you won't understand why or how this conclusion came to be, but I encourage you to read further until this makes sense to you. This is between you and I, so dont share my diary with mom or dad. It's just how things are meant to be.                                                                         Love Bree♡                                                                     So it's either I read this or I put it back to save myself.