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Trust

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. He stood there, nervous, worry crossing his face upon seeing the mess I became. I didn't really look disgusting and wasted, I was just... lifeless.

"What do you want?" I said, emotionlessly. He hesitated at the door.

"Can I come in?" He said. I stood aside and gestured weakly for him to enter. I shut the door and turned to face him. "I came to apologize." He said, finally.

"Didn't I tell you, you didn't do anything?" I said to him. I was tired of this. Tired of his pity. The way he looked at me that day in the woods, like I was crazy and he felt sorry for me. I hated it. He wasn't Fabian.

He stepped closer towards me. He took my hand with both of his and held it between us by our chests. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, and I mean it. I believe you. Whatever you'll say, however crazy it sounds, I'll believe you. I trust you, and you can trust me." He told me, sincerely. He was gazing in my eyes, too deep, I couldn't look away. I smiled.

"Okay." I said. I pulled my hand from his and left for my room. "Stay." I ordered when he was about to protest. I took my backpack, containing all the clues, proof and evidences. I reached for his hand and pulled him out. I locked the door and stuck my note to my mom against it. "We're going for a walk." I said to him. He followed me obediently without saying anything. I had to think of a good place to tell him my whole story. It had to be somewhere secluded, without the eyes watching me. I would've been fine in my room, but I didn't want to risk my parents hearing anything. "Where's your house?" I asked him after a while. He lead us where.

We went to his room. I told him everything. From start to finish to now. I could see him slowly realize I wasn't making it up, realize I wasn't crazy. His doubts fade away upon seeing his own handwritting.

"What... How... Who..." Was all he could say, wide eyed. I giggled.

"So..." I started. I wanted to know what he thought.

"I don't know. I mean, I feel weird. It's so creepy to see tha-" He stopped, suddenly.

"What?" I asked. He showed me my diary. It was writing itself. Letters, one by one, appeared. We stared at it, mouths agape. When it was done, I let out a breath. I didn't know I was holding it in.

"Spooky." He said. We read it together.

"Nina,
I don't know what to say... I just... WOW. We were all shocked when we saw your reply. Anyway, Victor's back. He's injured and in crutches, so he won't be able to kill us yet. Don't worry about us. We can take care of ourselves. We're sure Victor won't touch us with Mick's dad around. Don't worry about Victor killing you in the night. I won't leave you alone. We'll also be taking shifts on who'll watch you. Your Gran's here, too. She arrived hours ago. Should we tell her? About Sarah and the treasure, I mean. Alfie's bugging me to tell you that this whole thing is amazing and bring something back. Amber is also wondering how she sounds with an American accent. (I roll my eyes here) You don't have to be alone now, Nina. You have us. I'm sorry 'afterlife-Fabian' didn't believe you. I do. We do. You can tell us everything.
Fabian
P.S. Don't worry, we won't read the other parts of your diary. At least, I didn't."

I was smiling as I read it. Despite Victor being around, I was glad I was sure I really wasn't crazy and my friends believed me. I noticed Fabian wince as he read about himself. "I'm really sorry." He said again.

"It's okay." I reassured him. I wrote back a response telling them not to tell Gran and thanked them for everything.

"So what now?" Fabian asked.

I sighed. "Nothing. We have to wait for clues, I guess. We can discuss my situation." I suggested.

"Maybe you should go home. You're supposed to be sick, remember? I'm sure you parents will be worried." He said.

I smacked his arm lightly. "I'm not pretending to be sick. What's your excuse for not being in school?" I teased.

"I'm sick." He said in a fake-sick voice. He made a show of coughing and being weak. We laughed. He walked me home. I didn't realize it was already 4 o' clock in the afternoon. I checked my phone, I had 17 messages. I groaned. I answered my mom telling her I'm on my way back.

We turned around the corner. As I got closer to my house, I noticed a remarkably familiar car. A woman was exiting it. I gasped in excitement. "Gran!" I called to her.