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They looked at each other, wide eyed, then to me. They gasped. If I could cross my fingers, I would be. I hoped they believe it. It took them a while to recover from their shock. Amber was first to speak. "Uh.. Fabian?" Fabian made a sound of response. I didn't think he could speak. "Did Nina wake up?" She asked.

Fabian swallowed. "No. She hasn't moved a muscle." He said to her. "Do you... Do you think she wrote this?" He asked nervously. Yes!, I thought.

"Not sure. That would be weird. Maybe Jerome and Alfie?" She guessed.

"I don't think so. They won't do this. I mean, they know how serious this is... Don't they?" Fabian considered.

"Jerome and Alfie?" She asked, incredulously. I knew she was doubting Jerome and Alfie could ever be serious. "So..."

"Do we read it?" Fabian asked.

"No. Nina would get mad." Amber said. I groaned, mentally.

"But she told us to, I think." Fabian said. "What if it's true?" He tried.

"Fine. We'll check, but we're only allowed to see the last written page. If there's nothing there, we'll punch Jerome and Alfie." Amber told him. Fabian stared at her, amazed. I would have rolled my eyes if I could.

"Great thinking, Amber. Where is it?" Fabian said. Amber took the box from where I hid it. They paused a second, bracing themselves, before opening it. They find the last page. I mentally held my breath in anticipation. I hoped my diary entries from the 'afterlife' were there. "Do you think Nina wrote this? I mean, why would she write to us in her diary?"

"Well, does it look like her handwriting?" Amber tried.

"Yeah." Fabian said. He looked over the page again. He gasped after a moment. "Look at the date!" He told Amber. I sighed of relief. Finally, I thought. "September 3, 2010? I don't think Jerome and Alfie are smart enough to come up with that kind of detail." He said. They went back a few pages and read. After a long moment of suspense, Fabian spoke. "No way." Amber was dumbstruck, Fabian shook her to snap out of it. "Go get everyone."

"A Sibuna meeting without Nina?" Particia said as she entered a few minutes later. They were all gathered in the room now.

"She's right there." Amber pointed out. Patricia rolled her eyes.

"You swear you didn't do this?" Fabian held up my hand showing my note, as he turned to Alfie and Jerome, his eyes narrowed.

"We swear." Alfie said, seriously.

"Besides," Jerome said. "How could we get past you? You were holding that hand since she fainted. You'd bite our heads off." Fabian glared at him. Fabian told them what they learned, and they discussed possibilities. It took them hours. They were starting to fade. I realized I was waking up.

"So what do we do?" Mara said.

I woke up, my alarm clock beeping madly. It took a minute for my dream to sink in. I quickly got up and retrieved my special box from under my bed. Hand shaking, I flipped through my diary, hastily. My breath caught in my throat when I saw Fabian's scrawl. I read it:

'Nina,
This feels weird to be writing in your diary. Jerome and Alfie swore they didn't mess with you, so... If you can see us or hear us, you probably noticed we moved you from the hospital. It's partly because your Gran couldn't afford your stay. We all offered to pay your bills but she refused. Mick's dad was kind enough to lend some equipment, and he'll be checking on you. But it's mostly because the doctors are suspicious of your condition, and Victor doesn't want news to come around. Joy's alright. We helped her run away and hide. After you've fainted, we all tackled Victor. We left him there, unconcious, but we saw him in the hospital a day later. He's pretending he got jumped by a gang in town. The 'police' are investigating. You're safe here. Whereever you are, hang on. Don't leave me yet.
Fabian'

I realized I was crying. My Fabian. I could see where he almost made holes on the paper, whenever he exerted to much pressure. I could feel the slightly damp areas where his tears fell. I wrote down a response, hoping they'd check back. A few minutes, I forced myself to get dressed for school.

When I came to breakfast, Mom examined me again. She told me I didn't need to go to school. She must see I looked worse than yesterday, although I wasn't exactly sick. I was more depressed. I sat down and ate my chicken soup absently. Mom kept staring at me, but it was different. She wasn't watching me like the usual. She was checking to see if I was alright. I must've worried her. After a few more worried glances at me, she left what she was doing and groaned, giving up. She excused herself, and told me she'll be going to the grocery store. It was like she needed to get away from me. I didn't mind. When she left, I stood up, took my half-eaten soup and put it in the fridge. I was alone, dad was at work. Although, even if they're home, I'm still alone. I was about to lay in bed when the door bell rang.

I walked to the door as fast as I could, but it still took me longer than it should. I opened the door not bothering to see who he was first. "Hey." Fabian said.