chapter 1

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LISA POV
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I started crying as I had for the past few weeks. I was constantly crying. My best friend, Izzy tried to comfort me but i had just lost my boyfriend so I was still in the grieving stage. A few days later I went back to find clues. I had told Izzy about it and she had warned me against it because she didn't know if it was safe to go back. I went back anyway. It kind of creeped me out going back but I had to get to the bottom of who killed Liam. There was still blood in the tent. Caution tape surrounded the area.

I continued searching but couldn't find anything. I felt like I was being watched. I decided to go home. Izzy was waiting for me.

"You went back didn't you?" Izzy looked at me with a disapproving glare.

"I'm sorry I have to figure this out" I started crying again and Izzy gave me a hug.

"I know and we will do this together. I'm not letting you go through this alone. ok?"

"Ok thanks, Izzy" I knew Izzy would always be there for me. I had nothing to fear with her at my side. School was horrible because people kept asking me questions.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS," I screamed

"Jeez just chill," This one dude said.

"I CAN'T FUCKING CHILL!! IM UPSET AND HURT ALL YOU DUMBFUCKS CAN DO IS ASK ME QUESTIONS!!

I eventually stopped going to school and everyone worried but I didn't care. I just had to think about myself. My mom started acting different and I thought it was strange but didn't press further. Guess she was just worried.

I didn't think about anyone for a whole week. I was lost in my own thoughts and eventually stopped eating. My mom started asking me if I was ok but I always said I was fine. One day she confronted me about it.

"Lisa you can't just hide from this." My mom sounded really worried.

"I know mom just leave me alone for now" I went back to my room. Tried remembering who all was at the camping trip with me.

"Who could have done this? Why would they want to?" Those were the questions I constantly asked myself. I ended up going back to the site where he died. When I got there I screamed.

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