Me and Jodie sit awkwardly at the kitchen table . I don't know whether to mention Jack or not . I'm worried about him , he's not been back in 4 days . I should try and at least talk to her while Crystals out at
work .
"Jodie you-you know Jack ..." She looks at me her eyes sharp and blood shot .
"Jodie I'm really worried about him . Joe's not been back for ages either ." She doesn't talk to me she just stares at her tea and endlessly stirs it with her tea spoon.
"Jodie please ! Don't be like this !"I beg , she's not the same .
"Like what ? I'm perfectly normal !" She shouts , She stands up nearly knocking her cup of tea over then storms out . I hear the front door slam . I'm all on my own … I hate it on my own , I was on my own when I was murdered . I feel the tears spill down my cheeks as it all comes back too me . I don't know who it was but I remember crying and begging and then the train . I run up stairs to Jodie's room she doesn't know but under her bed lives my box . It's a box of all of my special things . My brown leather diary is there on top . I fish through all the things birthday cards , photos , my favourite oldest teddy , my first swimming badge … all of these happy memorise that I don't have any more ! I open my diary and scribble down every thing about me then and everything about me now . I write down first about when I was born and who too and then about when I died and how . I write down about my life with my family then and life with Jodie and Jack now . I write about how worried I am about Jack and Jodie , It seems as if everything is just falling apart around me all the time ! No one cares about me or my feelings .