A 13-year-old Maxine Caulfield stood at the door of Chloe Price's house. The ever so beautiful Rachel Caulfield was next to her. She always leaned on Rachel, as a support, an anchor. Especially, now, as she was ready to tell her best friend, Chloe Price, goodbye. Probably permanently. Rachel hugs her softly,

"Look, Max, if you don't want to tell her, you really don't. I can do it for you."

Rachel's voice always soothed Max. She sighed,

"I got this, Rachel. I'm her friend, I should tell her."

Before Rachel can object, she knocks. Chloe Price, the beautiful 14 year old girl answers. It's quite obviously she has been crying. Even now… She's still beautiful.

"Rachel, Max… What is it?" She sounded concerned for them. Of course.

"C-Chloe. I don't know what to say but… We're moving to Seattle."

Chloe seemed surprised, shocked, but that was changed by a look of anger almost immediately.

"You fucking bitch! Of course you wait until the last possible moment to fucking tell me. Are you just trying to screw me over!? First dad fucking dies, and now you're bailing on me, who's next!?"

Rachel sighed, "Chloe, it's not like it. Dad got a job up there, and it's literally on a days notice. You know full well that Max wouldn't leave to fuck you over, right?"

Chloe wouldn't have any of it, "Stop making excuses on her behalf, you two know full well what you're doing. Fuck the both of you, I fucking hate you!" She slammed the door, and Max fell to the ground. Rachel knelt next to her, and let her cry.

"I'm sorry, Max. She just needs a few days. It's a huge bombshell for someone to drop, especially at a time like this. We'll keep in contact, I promise."

Max sniffs, and just simply nods.

Three Months Later

Victim: Rachel Dawn Amber Caulfield

Date Of Death: 4/23/2008

Time Of Death: 1:36 AM
Cause Of Death: Overdose

Summary: Rachel Caulfield called in 4/23/2008, distressed. She claims a man was following her, but was unable to describe said man, and her words were often slurred, leading authority to believe that she was on some sort of drug or alcohol. A missing persons report was soon filed after this, and authorities traced the phone call to Kent, Washington, near the AAA Auto Wrecking. Her body was found in a ditch close by, stripped naked. An autopsy reveals signs of foul play, most likely a struggle, and an overdose, possibly on GHB, also known as a date-rape drug. There were no signs of rape or any other sexual abuse.

Because when life couldn't get any worse, she finds out that her older sister has been killed. Max knew the pain of Chloe now, if not worse than what she had. It was after her funeral now, and Kristen and Fernando had just left. They were her only two friends, now that Rachel was gone. At least she had some…

Vanessa Caulfield enters the room, and sighs. She may be a strong woman, but Max knew she had been crying. Her mother held a small leather book in her hands.

"Sweetheart, I know this might not be the best time for this, but this was Rachel's journal. I know she'd want you to have it."

Max shakes her head, but Vanessa passes it to her anyway,

"You don't have to read it now, sweetheart. But at least read it, for her. "

She sighs, and nods. Vanessa leaves and closes the door.

Instantly, she picks the journal up, and starts to read. The journal starts out innocently enough, the first entry being,

"Dear Diary,

Hi, my name is Rachel. I'm a sixteen year old girl, currently living in Arcadia Bay. My mom bought you for me, she said it'd be a great way to deal with the stress and depression I've been going through recently. I hope you are. Fuck, I sound like a little kid, don't I. Hope you don't mind :).

Anyway, you might want to know about my family. I currently live with my mother and father, named Vanessa and Ryan. I have a younger, 10 (soon to be 11) year old sister named Maxine, though she prefers to be called Max. My best friend's name is Megan.

Max has a friend named Chloe. I don't know if either realize it, but Max totally has a crush on her.

Max blushes. Was it that obvious so far back?

They're a tough duo to deal with. But, as long as they have fun, that's all that matters to me. I love both of them deeply.

The best thing about Chloe though is that her mom makes the best food ever, let's be honest.

Hmm, anyway, I don't know what else to talk about. I'll write soon :)."

She keeps reading, but starts paying real attention after one dated April 12th

"Dear Diary,

"I'm fucking panicking right now. I have a man I think who is following me. I don't know who, but it's really freaking me out."

The last entry wasn't an entry. It was addressed to her.

"Max,

I don't know what's going to happen to me, but, if something does, here is what you need to know.

There is a man following me, and I don't know who. From what I can gather, he has a goatee, brown hair, and glasses. He doesn't look anything like the typical stalker, but I know he's following me.

Max, if anything happens, just know this. I love you.

If you don't see me past this point, there's one thing you must do.

Get justice for me, Max."