Crash

    
Dear Diary, (October 12, 2009)
When will someone save me from this nightmare?
-Ky
The moon was burning bright in the midnight sky, I felt something cold and damp against one side of my face. I tried to stand up but something was holding me down. I sat up a little bit and tried to look around, all I could see was smoke and something holding my legs down. I tried to think about what happened…and where I could possibly be. As hard as I thought about it, I just couldn’t remember, I yelled for help but all I heard was a muffled groan. I remembered Samantha. I tried to find her but I couldn’t, I kept calling her name then I realized what was on my legs…my car. I pulled and pulled and finally got free. I crawled over to the passenger side and there she was half way out of the window. She tried to say something but I couldn’t tell what it was. I told her it would be ok and that I would get help. Then she grabbed me and said “You did this to me! You killed me!!!”

I shot up in bed and started screaming. Both my mom and dad ran in to find out what had happened. I cried as my mom tried to calm me down. It had been only 3 months ago that I still had a best friend. And now she was in a dark grave haunting my every dream for what I had done. My dad kept repeating its ok and it wasn’t your fault. But the truth was I didn’t know if it was my fault or not, as much as I tried I can’t remember the actual wreck. I remember before and after but not in between.
My mom laid down beside me and promised she would stay with me all night like she always did. And dad went back to bed because he had to go to work tomorrow.
Dear Diary, (August 30, 2009)
Sam visited me again.
She said the same thing.
I cried those same tears.
Mom came to comfort me.
Mom fell asleep while I still lay wide awake.
3 months is a long time without my best friend.
-Ky
　
When the morning finally came, I got up and started getting ready, it would be my first day back at school since that night. The therapist thought it would be good for me to get out and see some of my friends. The harsh truth was that Samantha was my only friend. And now I didn’t even have her.
After mom dropped me off the school counselor and my therapist met with me in the conference room to make sure I was ready. I felt like a kindergartener with them showing me everything I already knew. It was supposed to be our senior year this year, and then we were going to go to the local university together. I walked to my first block class in a daze. A lot of people looked but even more stared as I made my way to my chair.
The teacher began her lecture about chemical compounds and Sir Issac Newton’s 3^rd law. I started doodling in my notebook, its hard to concentrate on about 2 hours of sleep. There was a knock on the door and the principal came in, she introduced to us a new student. His name was Alec and he was from England. Just my luck, the teacher put him right beside me. I put my head down and did not lift it until the bell rang. I got up and walked out, I didn’t even stop by the principles office I just kept going.
I walked to the cemetery where she lays, and I went to the grave stone with her name. Hot tears ran down my face and I just laid on the ground beside her wishing I was dead too and not left alone here. I woke up about 3 hours later with the grounds keeper standing beside me. He smiled and said “Did you have a good nap?” I sat up groggily and replied “No.” He laughed and said “How about you come in for some tea?”
I first met Harry when he caught me sneaking in the night after she was buried. We walked into his small house and as I sat there he put the water on the stove. His house always reminded me of one of those tiny cottages you see in story books. It had one bedroom, one bathroom, and a main room that consisted of the kitchen and living room. He sat beside me and said “You know there was nothing you could do that would have helped or harmed her afterwards. The doctors said that she couldn’t feel, hear, or see anything by the time you got to her. You know as well as I do that it was not your fault, it was those stupid college frat boys.” In the news paper the “truth” was that the 3 college boys that had been racing were all charged with vehicular homicide, but no one blamed me for swerving into a ditch and killing my best friend.
I sat up and asked “Do you think someone can be haunted in their dreams?” He smiled sadly and replied “No, but I do know that Samantha would have wanted you to move on and not blame yourself to the extent that you have horrible nightmares every single night.” He poured me a cup of tea and added “Weren’t you supposed to go back to school today?” I nodded yes. And then he smiled and said “Well its ok there’s always tomorrow. How about we call the folks and let them know that you are ok and that you will be home shortly?”
I shrugged as he dialed their number. I got that funny feeling in my stomach again…the one I only got while the nightmares were happening and then I saw her staring at me through the window. I jumped out of my chair, Harry looked up at me in shock and declared that he would bring me home as soon as possible so that I didn’t get sick. I looked back at the window and the figure was gone.
Dear Diary, (August 31, 2009)
Sam where are you?
-Ky
When I got home I went out side to our old clubhouse, I sat in there thinking for a while when I heard a knock on the old door. I uttered a “Come in” Thinking it was my mom but when I turned around I saw that new kid Alec looking back at me! I jumped and said “What are you doing here?” He smiled and said “You left early so I brought your assignments since we have all of the same classes. Mrs. Faulkenberry told me where you lived and your mom told me that you were out here.” I took the books from him and laid them down beside me. He smiled and then added “Nice hangout. Do you need help with those assignments?” I didn’t know what to say so I just turned back around and doodled on my notepad. I heard him shuffle around a bit and he slipped out while stating “Well if you do need my help, I live right next door.” I turned to say thank you but he was already gone. I picked up my books and went inside.
I tried to do the assignments but my mind kept wandering to the figure in the window. Could it really be Sam? I know that she is dead but could she have come back somehow? I fell asleep while pondering this question…and then there it was again. The trees, the smoke, the yelling. Something slicing through my hands as I crawled to her, I kept yelling her name but all she could mutter was a groan. Then she grabbed my shirt and yelled “You did this!”
I jumped up out of my sleep and almost fell off the bed. It was almost midnight and I had forgotten to eat supper, which mom had laid on my desk while I was sleeping. So I went down stairs to fix me and sandwich and as I turned to go to the table, there she was. It was foggy out side but I could see her clear as day out at the clubhouse waiting for me. I set the stuff down and ran outside yelling her name, as I got closer she seemed to disappear.
I fell on to my knees, the wet morning dew seeping through my jeans, and kept repeating “I’m sorry Sam! I’m sorry!” Hot tears fell down my face someone grabbed my shoulder and picked me up and held me close. I couldn’t quit crying long enough to see who it was, but the next morning I was laying on the couch when my mom came to wake me up I asked “How did I get down here?” She smiled sweetly and guessed “You must have just sleepwalked, the therapist said it is common in trauma patients.” She had breakfast ready by the time I got down stairs. I kept thinking about the dream and how it seemed so real. There was a knock at the front door. Mom answered. When she came back into the room Alec was with her. She offered him breakfast but he gracefully declined and rendered that he had already eaten breakfast and just wanted to know if I needed a ride to school. My mom said “That would be wonderful I’m sure that Kyleigh would love a ride to school!” She turned to me and said “I’ll go get your book bag while you finish eating.”
He sat down beside me and whispered “How are you feeling today?” I must have looked puzzled, he looked down as he stated “Last night you ran outside screaming and crying. I kept asking you what was wrong but you just kept saying I’m sorry Sam. Who is Sam?” My mind began to race, he was the one who carried me inside last night. I looked down at my food suddenly not hungry and uttered the three words that haunted me the most, “My best friend.”
Dear Diary, (September 1, 2009)
Alec.
Sam.
He picked me up because she wasn’t really there…
-Ky
　
　
Mom walked in the door talking about how nice it was for him to offer me a ride and then she handed me my book bag. I silently thanked her and headed towards his truck. I got into the truck and carefully put my seat belt on hoping that he would not press for details but if he did I would just put on my best smile and tell those same old lies, just like always. Surprisingly he did not ask about Sam again. Instead he talked about his old school and how different it was here. I asked him about his family and those sorts of things.
Once we got to school I got out of the truck, thanked him and then went off to my locker. I went to first block and there he was waiting on me. He looked up and smiled a boyish grin as I sat down. The teacher began to hand out lab sheets and of course she put me and Alec together. Shockingly, he was really smart and answered most of the questions without the text book.
At lunch I went to the library, mine and Sam’s old lunch hangout, I sat on our isle and looked at all the books we had read together and the tears started flowing I put my head between my knees and just let them fall. When I looked up I saw the smiley face that Sam had drew on the bookcase right below our initials. I remembered that day like it was yesterday, she had said “So when our kids go here they can sit on our isle.” I thought it was the dumbest thing at the time but now I realized she would never get to be a mom, or a god mother to my children. I got up and ran to the bathroom, I knew what was coming.
After throwing up breakfast I went to the mirror to wash my face. I bent down and let the cold water run into my hands. When I looked in the mirror again she was standing right behind me. She looked blankly at me and said “Why me?” I turned around and she was gone. I ran out of the bathroom and right smack into Alec. I quickly grabbed my books and said I was sorry and tried to hurry off but he grabbed my arm and worriedly asked “Are you ok?” I smiled my fake smile and told him “yes.” But I knew he could tell what was going on in my mind. It had to be obvious but he just nodded and said “See you after school.”

　
Dear Diary, (continuance of Sept. 1)
Ate lunch alone.
Alone at our spot.
The place that our kids were supposed to eat together.
Saw her in the bathroom mirror.
Am I crazy?
HELP!!!
-Ky
The rest of the day was a blur. My classes seemed to go by super slow, and even if I went to sleep it had only been like five minutes. I kept starring at the window praying that it wasn’t all just in my head. The bell finally rang and as I headed to my locker I saw Kenadie. She headed my way and I pretended not to notice her but its kind of hard when she seems to rule the school with her cheerleader body and a face of what she thinks is an angel. Sam always spaced out her name so it emphasized the word die. Ironic isn’t?
She stopped beside me and sarcastically stated “It’s so good to have you back, when I found out what happened I was soooo worried but then I realized it wasn’t me.” I turned to walk off as she and her friends started giggling then she cheerfully added, “That will give you and your therapist something new to talk about today.” I turned to slug her but Alec grabbed my arm and said “It’s not worth it!” He turned me around as we walked outside, I slid into the passenger side still furious and faced the window. Several times on the way home he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something and then decided it was best to keep it to himself. I was glad that yet again he didn’t press for details.
I ran upstairs and turned my laptop on, then googled ghosts and dream hauntings. After about two hours of looking as a lot of crappy websites I realized that I was on my own.
Dear Diary, (continuance of Sept. 1)
Ghosts and Ghouls galore.
Fake, Fake ,Fake!
These people are OBVIOUSLY the crazy ones.
-Ky
P.S.~ Alec saved me from murdering Kenadie. Why?
Mom came up and knocked on the door I told her to come in so she walked in with a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies. I smiled weakly and said “My favorite” She returned the smile and handed me a cookie. Then she asked “How was your day?” My heart was screaming to tell her about the window and the mirror and about what Kenadie had said but I simply nodded and answered “It was fine.” She walked over and kissed the top of my head and said “I’m glad.” She walked out of the room without another word.
After eating a few cookies, I decided that what I needed was a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath. So I hooked my kindle to my computer and downloaded a book series called the Mortal Instruments. While I ran the bath water I got out some relaxing votives and set them along the tub. After about an hour I was already on chapter 7 and the water was starting to get cold. I washed my hair quickly and tied it up in the towel. I went to the mirror, not thinking, and started to wash my face. But when I looked up nothing was there, I breathed a sigh of relief and walked down stairs. Mom was fixing dinner and dad was reading the news paper.
I sat down beside him as he glanced up an asked “How was your day darling?” I smiled and affirmed “It keeps getting better.” From the kitchen Mom chimed in “I hope that you didn’t get to full on those cookies because I made your favorite. Lemon chicken and pasta salad with the crescent bread. Dad smiled from behind the news paper, it was his favorites too. After dinner Dad and I were washing up the dishes when we heard something break. We both darted for the living room where mom was.
She was crying and there was something lying in the floor, it was a brick with a note attached to it. Dad wouldn’t let me read it he simply told me to call Detective Moore. I did as I was told and 15 minutes later Detective Moore was knocking at the door. Mom asked me to go upstairs. Instead of going into my bedroom though I sat on the top of the stairs and listened like a child, I could hear mom talking in a hushed voice. Then Detective Moore questioned “Do you know who would write something like this to her?” After I heard that I ran into my room and cried like I had never cried before.
　When I woke up it was sometime around three a.m. I got up to put my pajamas on and that’s when I saw Alec. His bedroom was directly beside mine, and he was working out on some kind of exercise machine. I laughed to myself wondering who works out at three in the morning. I went to the bathroom, changed, scribbled in my diary, then went back to bed.
Dear Diary, (Early September 2, 2009)
Alec works out at 3 a.m. haha
Very interesting…
-Ky
The nightmare started again just as it always had…one minute we’re talking and laughing the next minute I’m crawling towards her. This time she said something different. When she grabbed my shirt she pronounced “Weber.” I shot up out of the dream panting and sweating like I just ran a marathon. I washed my face and realized it was six a.m. I got dressed for school, then headed downstairs where Alec was already waiting for me. We got into the truck, and I looked over at him while saying “So why do you work out at three in the morning?” His face turned a little red as he announced “I couldn’t sleep. Why were you up at three in the morning?” I looked down and stated “I couldn’t sleep either.” There was a long awkward pause, he drew in a breath as he asked “So who is Sam and why are you sorry?” I simply pulled out my wallet, and unfolded the article that changed my life forever. We sat in the student parking lot for a long time as he read it and reread it, as if to make sure he was reading correctly.
He looked over and asked “You were the other girl?” I looked down as the tears formed before I replied “Yes, I don’t remember much, I simply remember her hanging there with only me by her side as she drew in her last breath.” He put an arm around me and whispered “I’m so sorry Kyleigh. But it wasn’t your fault, you shouldn’t beat yourself up like this.” I wiped the tears away and said “But I wasn’t supposed to drive that night, Weber was.” He looked at me quizzically and then there was a knock on the window. Of course it was Kenadie, she was smiling that stupid smile and said “Come on love birds don’t want to be late, you don’t want to make that mistake again.” I could have reached through the window and strangled her but somehow by some miracle I restrained myself.
Dear Diary, (September 2, 2009)
W-E-B-E-R.
He was supposed to drive.
Why did he go to the other party?
Why did he leave us?
Why did he race?
Why?
-Ky
At lunch Alec joined me between the bookcases and said “So what is up with you and that Kenadie girl?” I shook my head and answered “Sam, Kenadie, and I used to be best friends in middle school but when we got here she left us in the dust and decided to gain her status by putting us down.” He mumbled something under his breath but before I could ask I got that funny feeling again.
I turned to look at the window, and there was Sam, she looked like she was crying red tears. Then I realized it was blood. I must have grabbed Alec’s arm because he started shaking me asking me what was wrong. I turned around to look at him, I could tell the tears were already dropping, and he simply pulled me close and stroked my hair as I cried. I know that I must sound like a baby with all the crying but every time I saw Sam it was like a fresh knife wound to my heart.
As we walked to class I noticed that Alec’s hand was bruised, but I didn’t have time to ask why because the teacher immediately handed out a test. After school we ran to the truck to escape the cold, pounding rain. I looked down at his hand again and said “Did you get into a fight recently or hit a wall?” He looked down at his hand and whispered “No.” He pulled his sleeve over his hand as if to cover it but I knew it was there pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Before I got out of the truck I turned to him and said “I know that we don’t know each other that well, but you’re the closet thing to a friend that I have had since Sam. Thank you for everything. Would you like to come inside?” He smiled and said “No problem I hope that one day that closest to a friend thing becomes just a friend thing.” I giggled then he said “Yea, but here take my jacket.” He slipped it off quickly, and I pulled it on. It was warm and smelled like Axe body wash.
We ran inside and mom was in the kitchen, I told her that we were going to study and asked if she could make us a snack. She smiled a sly grin and said, “Of course sweetie.” He followed me upstairs, and we sat on my futon. We didn’t say much other than the questions on the study guide, at first.
After mom brought us some carrots and ranch dressing, Alec looked up and said “So that’s how you saw me working out?” I looked up at the window and laughed. Looking at him right here in my room was unbelievable, he was really good looking. He was definitely not the type of guy who was normally interested in me, and yet he had that tortured look in his eyes that I knew all too well.
When we finally finished our homework it was still pouring rain outside. He looked up and saw a picture of me and Sam in the fourth grade. He looked back down to me and said “So who is Weber?” I inhaled slowly and said “That is Sam’s brother, he was supposed to drive us home that night, but he and his girlfriend were at another party, and really high on some drug. We thought that we would be ok to drive home alone, but the college boys were racing. They didn’t even see us coming around the curve…” I tried to push the tears back, and continued, “The next morning when I woke up in the hospital I learned that Weber was one of the college boys in the other car. He believed that he killed his little sister so he committed suicide a week later. Sam’s mother was crushed, and her father was never in the picture. Her mother moved back to her hometown a month after the wreck.” I couldn’t hold back any longer so I just let them fall yet again. “The last thing Weber told me was that he was sorry for taking Sam away from me, and that he hoped that I could move on unlike he could.” Alec put his arm around me and I collapsed against him.
After a few minutes I looked up at him and said “You are the first person that I have told the entire story to, and I know that your thinking it is not my fault but I think it is.” He stroked my hair lightly and asked “Why do you think that?” I said “Because I still see her.” He looked at me funny as I continued “She haunts my dreams, and she is starting to haunt my reality. I can’t go a day without seeing some sign of her there.” He looked at me and murmured “I know exactly what you mean.”
Before I could ask anything else he had swooped in to kiss me. His lips first softly brushed mine as if testing whether I wanted it or not. When I didn’t pull back he kissed me so sweetly, it was unlike any other kiss I had ever had before. I closed my eyes and drank in his smell, the softness of his lips, and then he looked down at me and smiled. He said “I’m so glad I finally found you.”
I looked kind of puzzled as he said “I have a story similar to yours except my dad had gotten drunk at a bar, and we had to go pick up my little sister, Abigail, from daycare. I thought he was ok to drive so we picked her up, and on the way home he flipped my mom’s SUV. We lived, Abigail didn’t. It happened five years ago and my mom still has not forgiven me for letting him drive, and I don’t blame her. About a year ago he died from alcohol poisoning, but I knew when we moved here that I was going to find that one person whom I could relate to.” Tears welled up in his eyes as I gently turned his face toward mine and faintly spoke “It wasn’t your fault either, and besides you were just a kid you didn’t know what was going to happen.” He smiled weakly and whispered softly “If only we could have known.”
After Alec left mom came upstairs to bombard me with questions, I simply told her that we were in all the same classes, and had a big test coming up. She looked disappointed that I didn’t give her the juicy details she was looking for, but how could I? That was something that I would have only told Sam, and now she’s not here to listen. While waiting for dinner to get done I jumped in the shower for a while. My mind kept drifting back to Alec, the way he kissed me, and how when he did, I forgot about everything except him. When I got out of the shower I was smiling, I quickly got dressed, and then checked my g-mail. I had a message from Alec that simply said:
“Friday, Pizza, Movies, Popcorn, and you?”
I smiled to myself then replied “Definetly!”
Just then mom called, and said that dinner was ready so I went down stairs. Dad was sitting in his chair, and he smiled as I walked by. I asked him what was wrong? He looked at me and said “Nothing is wrong, I’m just glad to see my baby girl smiling again.” I smiled even bigger as I headed for the kitchen to set the table. Dinner was better than it had been in months. Maybe because I was famished from the food that I had skipped for the past three months. After dinner I watched America’s Funniest Home Videos with dad then went upstairs to go to bed. I noticed that my laptop was blinking so I checked the message and all it said was “Sweet dreams, Kyleigh.” I smiled and turned it off after sending back “You too, Alec.”
Dear Diary, (Late Sept. 2)
Alec…he is like me.
Both haunted by the past.
Could he be the key?
To unlocking my future?
Too many questions…not enough brain power to think through them all.
Wish you were here Sam.
-Ky
I woke up feeling better than I had felt in months, probably because I didn’t even dream. But my good spirits were quickly shot down when I got to school and had to have my therapy session during lunch. Alec told me that he didn’t mind but I minded. I wanted to spend time with him not with this woman who thinks she can pick and dig through my brain and my thoughts.
When I walked in she looked up and said “Hi Kyleigh, you look different. Did you get a hair cut?” I smiled and replied “No.” She looked puzzled and said “Oh well, let’s get started.” For 45 minutes she asked me every question I think a person could get asked with out going brain dead. I know that she is just trying to help and all but really? That many questions? I had a headache when she finally let me go. Alec was waiting for me in the hallway, when I reached him I noticed that the bruise on his hand had went away, but it was replaced with a slice.
I picked it up and said “How did this happen?” He shrugged his shoulders and said “It must have happened when I was cleaning the basement yesterday.” I must not have looked very satisfied because he then leaned in for a quick peck, and put his arm around me. He said “So how did it go?” I laughed and exclaimed “I went in feeling fine, and came out with a major headache.” He laughed and said “Well if I had a head like that I would wonder why it wasn’t aching.” I playfully slapped his arm as we walked into class. When we got out Kenadie was waiting for us.
She looked like she had just gotten back from a spa, then she said “Well I guess you really know how to move on don’t ya?” I could feel the nails digging little crescent moons into my palms as I said “What do you want Kenadie?” She smiled that devilish grin and replied “Oh nothing, just wondering how you can murder some one and still have a social life.” That’s when I jumped at her but yet again Alec grabbed me and pulled me away. When we got into the truck I screeched “Why didn’t you just let me screw that pretty face of hers up?” He looked at me for a moment and then spoke lightly “Because then she could make you out to be the bad guy and get everyone on her side, against you. Believe me I know.”
We didn’t say much on the way home, but when he dropped me off I asked if he wanted to come in. This time he gracefully declined, kissed me on the forehead, and then promised that he would stop by later if he got a chance. After doing my homework, and my chores I decided to pick out an outfit for tomorrow night. I couldn’t believe I was going to the movies, it seemed like it had been forever since I went out anywhere other than to the store or to school. After trying a bunch of different clothes I finally gave up.
Dear Diary, (September 3, 2009)
Alec, saved me yet again.
Again I question why?
Is this what it is like to be falling in love?
Sam, where are you? I need you.
So lonely. L-O-N-L-E-Y.
-Ky
P.S.- Sam what would you wear on a date???
After dinner there was a knock on the door, and as Alec stepped in I noticed yet another bruise but this time on his collarbone. I didn’t say anything because I knew he would just give me another excuse. When we got upstairs he kissed me, and said “I’m sorry for not coming sooner, but my mom is sick and I had to give her the meds.” I smiled and said “That is ok. What does she have? The flu or something?” He smiled sadly and breathed “No she’s been this way for five years.” I looked down feeling stupid for even asking but he pulled my chin up and gave me that boyish grin that I love.
We curled up on the couch and watched a rerun of Reba, then I helped him with our Physics homework. Then sadly he had to go back home. How had I gotten so attached to him so fast? I hadn’t even thought about Sam haunting me. Which now seemed kind of silly.
After Alec left I noticed a black van parked across the street. I figured that maybe the neighbors had family visiting or something. I went upstairs to find the basket at my window, I opened it and pulled the basket in. Inside was a note and a dream catcher, I pulled the note out and it said “So you will have sweet dreams.” I smiled to myself as I wrote back “Can’t wait until tomorrow! P.s.- Thanks for the dream catcher, it is beautiful!” After sending the basket back to his window I hung the dream catcher above my bed. Slowly I drifted off to sleep thinking about three things: Alec, Sam, and Weber.
Dear Diary, (Late Sept. 3)
Black van.
Tell Alec.
Sam.
Weber.
Alec.
S-a-m.
-KY
The next morning I woke up insanely early, I went to the bathroom to wash my face, when I stood up Sam was there. I jumped back as she whispered harshly “He is outside. Waiting to do to you what you did to me.” I ran out of the bathroom in tears. After getting into the truck with Alec I noticed that the van was gone. Alec pulled me into him and spoke sweetly “What’s wrong Kyleigh?” Between tears I told him about Sam and about the van that I had saw the night before. He listened intently and then spoke softly “Well maybe it was just a coincidence or something?” The look on my face must have told him that I wasn’t convinced because then he quickly added “But no matter what, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pulled me in tighter as if he was proving his point. As we walked into school he held my hand the entire way, which was a first!
After lunch I had almost forgotten the van until I noticed it sitting at the edge of the parking lot. I squeezed his hand and whispered “There it is.” He looked over as it was pulling away, then he said “Maybe we have a new student?” I shrugged my shoulders as we walked to English. After school I looked for the van but it was no where to be seen. It was a quiet ride home. When we got to the house Alec asked “Are you ready for tonight?” I thought about it for a minute and realized that it was Friday, tonight was out first date. I smiled and said “Defiantly!” As I kissed him I thought about how there wouldn’t be an aftermath party, because Sam was not here. Normally every time either one of us had a date we would have aftermath, where we would giggle and gossip about everything that happened on the date.
Dear Diary, (September 4, 2009)
Our first date.
How will it go?
Aftermath.
Sam, there wont be an aftermath this time will there?
Gotta fight the tears.
Alec’s on the way. ;)
Sam I miss you.
-Ky
I went up to my room to get ready, I changed outfit’s a hundred different times and finally decided on a simple red dress with the black heels that Sam had gotten me for my 15^th birthday. I heard the door bell ring and mom answered it. At first I thought it was Alec but when I got down stairs there was a strange man in my living room. His back was to me so I ran through the dinning room, I saw mom plundering through a drawer for something.
I cleared my throat and quietly asked “Why is there a stranger in the living room?” She looked up and stated “Oh him? His car broke down and he needed to call a tow truck so I told him to wait in there while I got the phone book.” I looked at her and whispered angrily “So you just let him in our house?” She avoided the answer by asking “What time is Alec coming over?” Before I could answer the man walked in and said “I got through to my cousin, and he’s coming to get me. Thanks anyways though.” My mom smiled and replied “No problem.” She walked him out and when she came back she smiled and exclaimed “You look lovely sweetie.” I smiled slightly as the doorbell rang. I said “Thanks” as I walked into the other room to Alec.
On they way to the restaurant I told him about the strange man and how mom had just let him in. Alec was mad but held his anger as he spoke “Here we are.” I looked out the window and gasped “Are you joking? This is Sophia’s I thought we were going for pizza?” He looked at me puzzled and said “So, I thought this would be better.” I smiled and declared “It is a five star restaurant and the best one in town.” He told me to sit still as he got out of the truck, then he came over to my side and opened my door, I felt my face turning red as I smiled at him.
Once inside we sat down at a candle lit table and enjoyed steak and baked potatoes. After dessert we went to the movies, once inside he slipped his arm around me. In this moment everything was perfect. After the movie let out we walked to the truck, the van was right beside it. I squeezed Alec’s hand as he looked up. A man got out of the driver side, then he bellowed “Kyleigh Martin, your time had come!” Alec jumped in front of me as the man ran toward us. We jumped in to the truck just in time. Alec peeled out of the parking lot, leaving the man in the dust.
As soon as we got home I called Officer Moore. Once he arrived he had both me and Alec recall the entire night. Afterwards they searched the house to see if he had planted bugs anywhere when mom let him in. In the end me and Alec were basically put on restriction. School and home were the only places that we were allowed. He also said that the school’s security system would be upgraded until this was resolved and that an unmarked police car would be outside the house on surveillance.
Alec took me upstairs while mom and dad talked to Officer Moore. Once in my room I cried “Why did this have to happen to me? And on our first date?” I went to the dresser to grab my pajamas but Alec grabbed my arm and pulled me close as he whispered “It is not your fault.” I don’t remember how long I stood there crying on his shoulder, but when I woke up I was lying on his chest, still wearing my dress and my head felt heavy. After inching myself away from him I grabbed my pajamas and jumped in the shower, when I came back he was still asleep.

　
　
　

Dear Diary, (Very late Sept. 4)
Man.
Chase.
Me.
Why?
Sam, is that who you were talking about?
Alec is asleep.
On my bed.
Waiting for me.
Good night Sam.
Goodbye aftermath.
Two things I loved….GONE.
-Ky
After writing in my diary I laid back down beside him and drifted far away from everything. When I woke up he was stroking my hair as he smiled and talked in a quiet manner “Good morning beautiful.” I giggled and proclaimed “I don’t feel beautiful right now.” He leaned down to kiss me, I realized that now he was in his slacks and his tank top. I hadn’t really noticed his muscles until now, and man did they look good!
I sat up and questioned “So did you sleep well?” He smiled and replied “Better than I have in ages, surprisingly.” I smiled and kissed him, then I got up to get dressed. When I returned he had put his white shirt back on and said “I got to go check on my mom but I promise that I will be back soon.” He leaned down to kiss my forehead then walked down stairs. I followed and locked the door behind him, then went into the kitchen where mom was making my dad breakfast. She looked up and smiled the worry smile, I looked over at dad and asked “So, what did Officer Moore say last night?” Dad put his paper down and breathed heavily “Do you remember that news article about the killer who stages peoples deaths so that they die in the same kind of crash as the person that they accidentally killed?” I sat down beside him and faintly replied “Yea.”
Dad looked over to mom and then said, “Well they believe he has a copycat.” I looked confused and said, “A copycat?” Mom said, “It is someone who mimic’s the tricks of one killer to keep fear in the people of the public. They think that this man is one.” I felt my heart begin to pound against my chest, I tried to control it but it’s like it had a mind of his own. I asked “Do they think that he is after me?” Both Dad and Mom looked at each other and back to me as if they couldn’t mutter enough strength to tell me the answer.
Dear Diary, (September 5, 2009)
No nightmare.
Woke up in Alec’s arms.
Perfect.
Perfect dream.
Perfect arms.
Perfect face.
P-E-R-F-E-C-T.
Sam.
Sam is the only thing missing.
Sam come back please.
Copycat.
Sam was right.
Sam WAS right.
She cant be right now…
Its all in my head…right?
-Ky
Mom moved abruptly around the kitchen as she kept cooking, there was only one other time in my life when she had done this and that was when her mother had passed away. Both Dad and I knew to steer clear of the kitchen during this time, so I went upstairs and decided to clean up my room. It only took about two hours to clean both my room and the bathroom, and Alec still wasn’t back. I decided that I wanted to meet his mom so I sent a quick g-mail and wrote “Mind if I come over? I’m going stir crazy.” After a few moments he replied “Sure I will meet you at the fence.”Just seeing him makes my heart skip a beat, and this time it was the same. I saw him standing there in a black t-shirt with his blonde hair hanging loosely in his eyes as he smiled that grin that always made me smile back. We walked into his house, it was a little plain on the outside but on the inside it looked like a millionaire lived here. The furniture and the rooms were all so beautiful, I gasped “Wow.” Alec smiled and said “Yea, it is my uncle’s house but after dad died he insisted that we come live with him.” We walked into a huge kitchen and there in the window seat was a woman, I looked over at Alec. He shook his head and walked over to her saying “Come on mom, you should take your nap.”
The woman looked up and muttered “Shush Alec your sister will be home any minute.” He looked down sadly at her and replied “No, you have time to take a nap before she gets here. I will come and get you if she comes early.” She looked up and him and shrugged. She stood up as Alec helped her into a room beside the kitchen, when he returned he said “That was my mom. She believes that my sister never made it home from daycare and that she is still on the way home. The doctors said that her body could not handle the stress of losing a child so her memory stopped functioning after the first time she found out. She still believes that I am 12 years old.” I put my arms around him and whispered softly “I’m so sorry Alec.”
Someone behind me cleared their throat, I realized that Alec had stopped breathing, I looked at him but he was looking behind me. The man introduced himself as Alec’s uncle then asked “Is she asleep?” Alec simply nodded, as if he was too scared to even open his mouth. The man walked out of the room, then I turned back to Alec. He looked pale as a sheet then he went back to the foyer, as I followed him I realized that we were going to his room. Once inside he closed and locked the door, I sat down on the bed and questioned “Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” He shrugged and hoarsely replied “It is nothing.”
I sighed as he sat down beside me, I looked at the way his eyes kept darting to the door I put my hand in his hand and said “Alec where did you get the bruises from?” He looked at me with scared child-like eyes and I knew the answer. I pulled him in as silent tears fell down his perfect face, my heart cried with him. After a few moments he pulled back, regaining his composure and whispered “I’m sorry.” I smiled weakly as I leaned in to kiss him. Around dinner time we walked over to my house, on the way I explained about mom’s nervous cooking habit and that the best thing to do would be to leave her alone in the kitchen. As soon as we walked in the door I knew that something was wrong, the door was unlocked, Dad wasn’t home from work yet, and mom wasn’t in the kitchen. I franticly called both cell phones but got no answer, I looked at Alec, and his eyes told me the worst. I called officer Moore and told him that neither were home. He told us to go back to Alec’s house and stay there until he found them. We ran back across the yard, right into the house of the monster that had left bruises on a boy already tortured by guilt.
Dear Diary, (Later on Sept. 5)
Food still in kitchen.
Mom….Dad…where did you go?
Alec’s uncle.
I recognize him…
I know him…
I know that I know him…
How do I know him?
Gotta find out!
Sam…help me.
-Ky
After a quick check in on his mother we went upstairs to Alec’s room where he again locked the door. It was around midnight when Alec decided that it would be best if we went to bed, so he handed me a pair of his shorts and a tank top. I walked into a plain white and blue bathroom and showered, after drying my hair with a towel I walked back into his bed room to find him in only boxers. I walked over to lay down beside him and as I laid my head on his chest I felt him exhale. He began stroking my hair lightly before pulling me into a kiss, I felt his body against mine, at first I didn’t really notice what was happening but then I realized that it was exactly what I wanted.
The next morning I woke up on his bare chest, and I could hear his heart beating lightly against his chest. I laid there memorizing his face for a little while before drifting back off to sleep. When we finally did decide to get up, I noticed that Officer Moore still had not called and it was already lunch time. Alec could read the worry on my face, he leaned down to kiss me as he said “I need to go check on my mom, promise me that you will lock the door behind me?” I smiled and said “Scout’s honor.” He grinned as he slipped out from under the covers.
Dear Diary, (September 6, 2009)
Another perfect morning.
Waking up in his arms.
P-E-R-F-E-C-T!
Sam wont ever get this chance.
I’m sorry Sam.
-Ky
After locking the door I went to where I had folded my clothes, and retrieved my cell phone, then started dialing Officer Moore’s phone number. There was no answer and a few minutes later I heard yelling coming from downstairs. I jumped up and raced to the kitchen where Alec was, I saw Alec’s uncle slapping Alec’s mother and Alec was in the middle. I screamed “stop” but it came out more as a feeble whisper. I grabbed the coffee pot and threw the scalding hot liquid across the mans back. He shrank back in horror and pain as I raced to Alec who was now collapsed on the floor. I urged his mother to go upstairs as I helped him up. Once we were in the room we were all in the room I searched frantically for my cell phone. After a few minutes I realized that I had took it downstairs so it had to be down there.
I went in the bathroom to get some towels to clean them up. I started with Alec’s mother, and once I was done I got her to take a nap on Alec’s futon. Then I moved over to where Alec was laying, as I cleaned him up I could already see his face turning purplish blue. Silent tears made their way down my cheeks as I gently wiped the blood away. I looked down at the rest of his body and noticed that there were hundreds of slash marks and that his fists were bloody. I leaned down and whispered in his ear “I love you.”

After making sure both Alec and his mother were comfortable I made my way to his computer, I tried to be as quiet as possible just in case his uncle was still home. Once at the computer I sent a text message to Officer Moore’s phone via instant messenger. I made it short and simple:
“M, HELP NEEDED -Ky”
Almost as soon as I hit send I could hear stomping and yelling coming up the stairs so I raced over to Alec and his mother as the uncle stopped at the door. I knew that he was there because I could still hear his breathing…then he spoke “Remember me, Kyleigh? Your time has come.”
There was a ping from the computer, and even though I prayed that he wouldn’t hear it, I knew that he did. He then said “I promise that it will be painless, and that you will see your parents and Samantha again soon.” I choked back the tears as I realized he was the copycat. I glanced over at the computer and all it said was:
“Ky, GET OUT NOW! -M”
I thought about trying to climb out of the window but I couldn’t leave Alec and his mother here with the monster. I glanced up at the ceiling and noticed that the attic door was in here. I woke up Alec and his mother and then quietly pulled down the latter. I went up first and found some old lights that still worked and a old couch. First I helped his mother up, then Alec. While I was up there I noticed an old photo album that stood out, it didn’t have any dust on it like the rest of the albums in the pile. I picked it up and something fell out of it, it was a photograph of a skinny man and a younger version of Alec’s mother.
I looked on the back and there in a fancy fine print was the names Joseph and Marcine. I tried to see if maybe it was Alec’s father but then after flipping a few pages I realized that it had to be his uncle. I thought about the man downstairs, whom at any minute would break in and have his revenge. There was no way that it could be him, they looked nothing alike. I walked over to Marcine and asked “Marcine who is this handsome fellow?” Her eyes lit up as she said “Sweetie pie, that is my darling brother Joseph.” My eyes widened as I questioned “Marcine what happened to Joseph?” Her eyes fell to the floor as she said “He died the same day as Abigail. He was in the car that Russell hit.” I dropped the book and said “Oh, God Marcine I’m so sorry!” I glanced over at Alec and said “Does he know?” She smiled weakly and said “Know what?” I knew the meds were probably kicking in and sure enough she was asleep in a matter of minutes. I searched around for more clues, but after finding nothing I decided that I had to go get help.
Other than the door we had come from there was no other way out except for a tiny window that lead to a hide away balcony on the roof. I pushed against the window and as soon as I got it open I heard the stomping again. I knew that I had to hurry so I climbed down to the rose trellis, and decided that it was my best shot at escaping. As I climbed downward I looked through the window and saw him stomping down the stairs, luckily he didn’t see me so I kept going as fast as I could. My plan was to start running as soon as I hit the ground, but there was a hole that my foot landed in and before I knew it I was withering in pain from a sprained ankle.
I crawled over to the edge of the woods and then tried to stand up, then I heard him bellowing “Kyleigh, I know that you are out here…you crushed my roses…now you will have to pay double in pain.” I tried to hid behind a tree but I could hear him getting closer and closer so I raced to the neighbors yard, and then on to the street. My ankle was screaming in pain but not as much as my lungs were. I hadn’t ran like this since I was a kid but I knew that I couldn’t stop because then he would get to me.
I felt something grab my arm, and jerk me backwards. I landed dizzily on the pavement, warm liquid seemed to seep from my head. He was right over me saying something, as he started to drag me back to the house I heard the sirens. I kicked and got free and tried to get to the noise, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I suddenly remembered something that my dad told me: He said “If someone ever tries to kidnap you and you can get to their ear, go Mike Tyson on them.” I remembered laughing at the time, but now seemed like a very good time to use it.
My teeth sunk into his right ear lobe and a I pulled with all my might. I spit out what ever I had in my mouth and as soon as he dropped me I ran screaming. Someone was holding me again, and I kept screaming but then I heard my dad’s voice telling me that it was ok, that everything was going to be fine. Then I slid into the darkness that had been waiting at in the corner of my conciseness. I thought I heard gun shots, but then I noticed that there were a lot of aggravating beeping noises around me.
I woke up laying beside the car again, I called out for Sam and Alec. I only got one reply…Sam. “Ky, it is not your time.” I ran for her and tried to hug her but I went right through her. I screamed out in agony, it felt like a huge hole was punched through my chest and the wind was picking at the fragments of skin left. She repeated “Ky, it is not your time, go back home.” I turned to face her and asked “But why Sam? Why can’t I stay here with you?”
She walked over to me and took my hands, I noticed that her hands were covered in scars, but were as smooth as silk. I felt the tears welling up inside me, ready to explode at a moments notice. Sam looked into my eyes and said “Ky, it is not your time. You do not belong here yet. One day we will be together again, but not today.” My eyes begged for more and she finally said “Dang it Ky you are so stubborn. What part of you doesn’t understand? Go home to your family and Alec.”
I looked up and questioned “How do you know about Alec?” She whispered “Because I am your guardian angel now, I know everything and see everything. Ky please it is time for you to go.” I felt electrical shocks start running through my body I screamed for Sam but she only said “I love you sis, now go!” She pushed me down into a white tube. I remember all of my sadness washing away and then there was light!
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When I woke up all I could see were bright lights, my head ached, my legs felt like jello, and my ears buzzed. I looked over and saw mom and dad asleep on the little couch, at that moment I realized I was in the hospital. I looked to the other side of the bed and saw Alec sitting in a chair, his head was resting in his bruised hands. I reached out to touch him, not only to see if he was real or not but to wake him. He looked up kind of startled and then lept up out of the chair, I quickly whispered “Don’t wake them.” He smiled and kissed my forehead, then my eyelids, then my lips, then my hands, and through exasperated breaths he said “I was so scared….” His voice trailed off as tears formed in his eyes. I sat up as best I could and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. We sat there for a long time, unmoving, just feeling each others presence. When he pulled away I scooted over and patted the edge of the bed. He laid down beside me and I gently laid my head on his chest. Both broken, bruised, and tired but we had each other and most of all I had Sam again…