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Chapter 7: The Diary

The next day I came back over to Lillys' house with Oliver. I was even shakier than I was yesterday. Today, like yesterday, I had no idea what to expect. Was I going to stumble across something new? I don't know why I was feeling these things now when I should have been feeling them yesterday. Guess I was so terrified about the prospect of being in my deceased friends' room I forgot about it.

I was once again standing at the door of the room waiting for Oliver. I dropped my bag and leaned against the wall waiting for him. Suddenly my phone went off. My ringtone blasted around the cold dark room and hallway.

I had a look at the Caller ID. It said 'Oliver'. What could he possibly want? Shouldn't he be here with me in our dead best friends' room?

"Where are you Oliver?" I said.

"Yeah about that!" He said.

My heart plummeted.

"You can't make it." I said in a small voice looking down.

"Yeah, you see, my Uncle Jack is in town and he is insisting that he helps take my mind of things."

"I get it."

"Sorry, Miley. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeah, alright."

"Oh I gotta go. My Uncle just noticed my brothers' foot. You know the one with the splinter lodged in it? Yeah he wants to help him out. So see ya!"

"Bye!"

I shut the lid of my phone and let out a small laugh. Poor Owen. Whenever their Uncle visits and one of them has an injury of some kind, he always tries to help out. Lucky for them, he's a qualified doctor. So at least they're in safe hands.

I remember one time I was over at Olivers' house when he came in supporting Lilly. Turns out Lilly had scraped her knee really badly. Jack insisted on fixing it himself instead of taking her to the ER to save time and money. At least he did a good job and Lillys' moans stopped when he bandaged her all up.

I smiled at the memory. Instead of bring tears to my eyes, it brought a smile. I looked back at the room. Well there was no point in doing this without Oliver.

Then my eye caught something. Something was glinting in the sunlight. Almost as if it was trying to catch my eye. It was a piece of paper. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was the same paper I was looking at yesterday. That could hardly be a coincidence.

I looked around the room. Surely there was no harm in taking a peek? I doubled checked the door. I was fine. Lillys' Mum had gone out shopping with her Dad for Lillys' funeral that was to take place in a few weeks. It was being delayed because Lillys' relatives had to fly in from all parts of the world. From England, New Zealand and even France. Apparently flights were really hard to get a hold of.

I looked back at the piece of paper. I had made a decision. I walked very quickly to Lillys' drawers next to her bed where I found her diary sitting on top of them. There scribbled in black letters where the words:

PROPERTY OF LILLIAN ROSE TRUSCOTT

The diary was a tan leather book stuffed with loose papers in messy handwriting. I knew Lilly would kill me if she knew I was doing this even she was……but she isn't. So technically I'm not doing anyone harm am I? Maybe she wanted me to see this and that's why she left it there.

Oh look at me! I'm trying to talk myself into it. Just take the God damn diary and get out of here. I outstretched my hand and grabbed it. It felt heavier than it did the last time. Oh did I mention that I once had held it when she was alive? Of course it was different then. I had found it and Lilly had told me to put it back. That's how I knew she had one. It was actually quite recent. Maybe a month ago?

Lilly had such a spaz at me. Probably because she didn't want me to know what she was planning to do otherwise I would have tried to talk her out of it and told her parents and then sent her to a place where she could have gotten help. Yeah, that's the reason she didn't tell any of us. Because she didn't want to go through the fuss and have people stare at her and then send her off to a place where she could have gotten help.

I looked at the diary in my hand. I weighed up the pros and cons. If I took it I might be able to see into Lillys' world and maybe find out a little more about Lillys' problem and if I didn't take it I won't be able to find out about the mess I'm in but I won't have the guilt of having gone through my best friend who happen to be deads' diary .

The agony of choice. Just before I had finally made my decision, I heard a voice coming from downstairs.

"Miley, is that you?"

It was the voice of Ms Truscott.

"Yeah." I called back.

"You finishing up?"

"Yeah, Oliver had to do something, so I thought there was no point in going on without him."

"Alright, I'll leave the front door open then."

"Thank you!"

I heard her footsteps move into the kitchen. I looked back at the diary. I had reached my decision in almost a split second.

I grabbed the diary and stuffed it into my bag before slinging that over my shoulder and rushing out the front door, closing it behind me.

Just as I was coming out the door I saw it.

It was a girl about my age, staring at me across the street. I don't think I have ever seen her around her before but the agun I was too far away to see her properly, so I gave up and ran all the way back to my house. I don't know why but something about that girl gave me the shivers.

"Hey Bud!" My Dad said as soon as I walked into the door.

"Hey Dad! Bye Dad!" I said heading towards the stairs.

"Slow down honey! What happened at you-know-whos?" My Dad said.

Lately he has been saying you-know-who instead of Lilly. I suppose in a way, it's very considerate.

"I wasn't at Voldemorts'." I said.

I always make the exact same joke. It what Lilly would have done anyway.

Dad gave me a look and I rolled my eyes.

"Oliver didn't show, so where're going back tomorrow." I muttered to the floor.

"Oh!" Dads' face fell.

"Yeah, so I'm going up my room." I said pointing to the stairs.

Dad nodded and I rushed up to my room where I dumped my bag and took out her diary. I jumped on my bed and opened her diary. Just before I opened it, I had a quick thought. I couldn't do this but I had to.

I opened the first page.

A/N: Sorry it's short again. The next chappie hopefully will be longer! Special prizes to people who got the To Kill A Mocking Bird reference. (Sorry studying it at school)

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