The leaves crumpled under me as I sat under the tree and felt the rain drops drip onto my face. I held the diary close to my chest and shut my eyes tightly as if protecting myself from the world around me. As my eyes stayed closed moments of the last two years flashed before me. I opened my eyes and looked at my once precious diary. If I'd only stopped writing the night before the accident, if I'd only torn the pages one by one when my father's face was shattered like a picture frame. His dreams, his family, his life. Gone in an instant. My father gone from civilization as we know it. And I saw who did it, and didn't have the guts to tell anyone. Not my mom, sister, even my dog Bella. I had to write the evidence. If I got caught, everyone would think I was guilty. I realized the raindrops now on my face wasn't rain at all, but tears.
