"They say that some of the best things in life happen to us when our eyes are closed. When you sleep, your eyes are closed as your dreams become reality, each dream projectings in your mind secretly, slowly turning into something much more than you believe, until your eyes open again to drag you back to the real life. Laughing. Most of the time our eyes are closed, when you laugh so much they seal together unable to open them. Laughing, allowing the rest of the world to laugh with you..or at you. A kiss shared between loved ones, eyes delicately closed, lips locked, filled with passions and an undying connection.
My moment? My moment wasn't like any of those. Mine happened to be the day I died. As bizarre as it sounds my eyes were opened to so much that day. It's something I'll never forget, even in after life.
You're probably wondering how a dead girl is talking, right? Well maybe I'm not dead just as yet, but somethings and some people happen to be very predictable. But aside from being alive as of right now while i'm writing. My guess would be my best friend Kayla, reading through it. 1)Because she is a snoop and is always going through my stuff. 2)The fact I did actually leave this to her. She is the only one I trust with such things. My other guess would be Ross Renning (Kayla's brother) though he isn't much of a friend at the moment.
If you are neither then find them immediatley- somehow- and give this to them. They need to know the truth about what's happpened over the last few months because it's the only way I can think of telling them. This has been the hardest thing to keep from them; we told eachother everything, we know everything about eachother. All three of us. But this is eating me alive, I thought writing about it would help with everything but it only made me feel worse about not saying anything. Only made me feel more isolated and trapped inside myself by not finding help. I wish I told. I wish it wasn't too late to turn back time and agree to everything i promised. Maybe then I wouldn't be writing this. Maybe then I would still be alive. Maybe then I would be back home where I belong curled up on a sofa with my dad and little brother. Maybe, just maybe I wouldn't hate myself so much for everything I am putting everyone through.
I'm trying to hold on to every memory I've ever made before it all comes to an abrupt end, the memories are what is keeping me going and fighting this heart wrenching experience until it's all over."
Kayla Rennings clutched on to the crumpled piece of paper as her and her brother was led into a small dim light room of the police station, she couldn't stop thinking about how the page was ripped almost in half- like it was done on purpose. Unfinshed sentences and curiosity was never something she handled well.
"I will probably never make it out alive but I want you to know th-"
She couldn't focus on what was going on, "What did she want us to know? Was it the killer name? Where she was?" All those questions flickered through her mind, just thinking about the diary page made her heart pound out of her chest,she was certain the police was going to notice she was nervous, she looked to her brother for reasurrance. Nothing in their life had been easy to handle, but reading what could be her best friends last words killed her the most inside.
A police stood over the desk at which the two siblings were sat at. He paced a couple of steps before stopping to address them.
"Miss and Mister Renning. We have called you in because of a devastating case that has been uncovered. Your friend, Miss Ava McHallen, she has" the police officer took a deep breathe; he never liked having to give this sort of news, especially to suspects he knew were innocent.
"She has been found dead. We are not allowed to give details, but the body was identified as Ava's. We were informed you were the next closest people to Ava after her father, possibly even closer." He sat at the desk now, not over shadowing the young teens. "Any informantion you would be able to give us about Ava in the last few months- how close you were after she moved for college, if she made any new friends, if she told you about anything that seemed concering. Anything at all." Kayla looked to her brother again for recurrence, he was the only other person that knew about the diary page. They exchanged looks then Ross quickly answered
"We've had no real contact with Ava after she left. Maybe a few Hi, how are you's? But apart from that." He shook his head. " Nothing else new we know about."
Kayla couldn't look at her brother or respond as the lies poured out between his frail lips, she knew he was lying and he knew that too, Kayla was constantly talking to Ava, but nothing that concerned her came up in conversation.
"We tried but it just didn't work in the end. She became a closed book." The girls leg shook violently end the table. But she managed to nod hesitantly to back up her brothers lie. The death of Ava destroyed her, but prison would more. All she cared about was finding the rest of Ava's diary so the truth could be revealed.