Dear Diary,
Chantel. I thought Vincent’s name stirred
my mind and heart at the same time. Chantel was the first real friend I had
here. Vincent was my boyfriend. Chantel was my best friend. She knew about
composing and Brown and the truth about Clarissa and why I did what I did. And
she didn’t tell me to piss off. She helped me cure Vincent. She was there for
mom’s funeral.
But since mom’s death we had drifted. It
was my own fault. I couldn’t trust her anymore, not really, not after what had happened
with Leanne. It made me think she would stab me in the back just to get an
advantage. And the way she could convince people of anything if it had even a
note of truth in scared me.
In the bathroom I told her what I wanted
from her. That I wanted the bracelet. I wanted it to bring Jack back from the
dead. Not my mom, Jack. Jack was the real family I had and he was the one whose
death had been the most horrible. And he was a ghost. I had been trying to
avoid him for so long because I was terrified if I spoke to him he’d disappear
or something bad would happen to him. Everything I’ve become and been part of goes
to hell when I get involved. It was safest to not let people know about Jack.
And then I told Chantel and she said yes.
She agreed. We were going to give Leanne the bracelet and then turn Leanne
mortal, so she couldn’t do anything with it. I wanted to cry. It meant so much
to me that Chantel was willing to help. I had been so wrong about her. She was
just as lost and confused as I am. I should’ve been a better friend. I promise
I will be from now on.
She gave me the bracelet and we left the
diner to see another fight breaking out in the parking lot. I couldn’t help but
sigh. I was tired of Vincent being an idiot. And as he spoke he continued to
just bark at people, like a yappy dog nipping at people’s heels. Then his mind
reached out to mine. I could feel it, unrefined and harsh prodding, like his
power was new. I’m not sure why, but I struck him. I yelled at him. He had to
stay out of my head. And then his power backfired and he flew backwards out of
my range.
I grabbed Caleb and Chantel and Israel and
the new girl, Eve, and we left. I was done. I had what I needed and a plan. But
then Caleb’s pack showed up and he nodded to them before he took off. I had a
bad feeling about what was happening and part of me wanted to go with him to
protect him. It isn’t my job really to keep him safe. He’s a werewolf. He can
keep himself safe, but I wanted to. My own feelings worried me as I got in the
car. I looked at Chantel.
Then she said we should go to school and
get something of Caleb’s. To stop him from hurting people. I sighed. And
agreed.
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