Finding Out: Part 1

diary's and ghosts

Evangeline’s POV

I walked into my room and I closed the door behind me.

When the door was closed I walked over to my bag and got my diary out, I sat on my chair and place the diary on my desk and I looked at it for a while. I opened it and started writing everything that had happened from the last time I wrote (just before I was kidnapped by Deamon his brothers) to what was happening now (the guys informed each other about what had happened in their point of view while I was asleep, well when they thought I was asleep, and that Brenda was gone). I was writing for over two hours

Why didn’t they just leave things alone? They will be chased for the rest of their life and they will be killed. That would be my fault, I didn’t want them to know about my situation either, but sometimes they are just so annoying, they can’t leave things alone, especially Marcus is really annoying. He kidnapped me!

I am surprised that they still want me here, cause look what I have put them through. They were almost killed because of me, they have to look out for me 24/7 which is really annoying by the way, I can’t even be in a room alone… but I am right now, muahaha.

You know, they really changed me, I hate it because now I am using shortened versions of words like can’t instead of cannot.

Well anyways, I hope that everything will get better from now on. But I shouldn’t get my hopes up, because in my life nothing can go normal, and I mean that everything is against me. But that was it,

I’ll write later again and I hope that I can write good news.

I had written over 30 pages in something like two hours

‘wow, more than 30 pages’ I said to myself and I stood up and walked towards my bag and I put my diary in it.

‘don’t you think that you should buy a new diary? That one is almost full’ someone said from behind me. I turned around and saw Angelina sitting on my bed

‘yeah, I know’ I said unsurely

‘you don’t have to be afraid this time’

I noticed something, she had clean clothes on, she had the dress I picked out on and she had make up on

‘why shouldn’t I be afraid of you?’ I said with a frown on my face

‘I read all of your diary’s’ she said with a shrug and my eyes widened

‘you did what!?’ I exclaimed

‘you can’t just read someone’s diary! Why’d you do that?’

‘well, you didn’t notice it, and I needed something to do, I was bored, and I wanted to know something about the person that I was haunting’

‘well usually when you’re bored you try to kill me remember? That’s what haunting means, sort of’ I said and she examined her blood red nails

‘yeah, but still. You know, I think I am not going to do that anymore.’

‘and why not if I may ask. What changed your mind?’

‘your diary’s did. You know, you had quite a lot to endure, so I am not going to put you through more torture’ she looked me in the eyes.

‘I don’t need pity you know, I can handle it’

‘I am not pitying you, I am just saying that I now know that it wasn’t your fault that I’m dead’ she said and I walked over to her and sat on the bed

‘okay… and what now?’ she shrugged

‘I am going to say goodbye now.’

‘what? Why?’