Your Best Friend,

Introduction

(Sadie's Point of View)
The rain had just begun to pour down as soon as I came home from the funeral. I've never related to it before as much as I do now, clouded and foggy, sad and dreary. The sky is crying with me on this tragic day.

I fall back against my apartment door and buried my face into my hands to hide it in shame.

Why shame? Well-today's event wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been so selfish. Today, I buried my best friend six feet into the ground at Parkland Cemetery. The last time I saw her alive was over a month ago, when I chose to walk out of her life. I'll never forget the look on her face as her heart broke right before my very eyes.

Gracie asked me not to blame myself for what happened, but how could I not? I abandoned Gracie when she needed me the most, just turned her a cold shoulder, and without an explanation.

She begged me not to go, not just with her voice, but with her body and her eyes. I will forever hear the desperation in her tone along with the words she said to me.

Hot tears welled up in my eyes and I started to get frustrated with myself.

In a fit of rage I threw my purse down on the couch so I could change out of my wet silk black dress. Just as I was about to enter the corridor I was halted by a thump on my living room floor. I hesitated to turn my head and look over.

It was the notebook I gave to Gracie for her birthday last year. It was sitting in her lap when I found her last week in her bedroom.

Unconsciously my legs carried me over to the couch. I squatted down to pick up the blue leather journal before taking a seat on the grey sofa. Ever so carefully I run my fingertips over the cover, and my voice shook as I took a deep breath. It sent a cold chill down my spine.

Something tells me she had written in it that fateful day, something that she wanted me to see. I feel as though Gracie is asking me right now to open it. I was once again hesitant, pausing myself half way from opening the cover of the journal to take another deep breath. I turned to the first page...