I wiped my tears and took heavy deep breaths. I look at the pictures pinned on the board. There was me, Alice, Zac, and Heather's parents. I consider ourselves murderers. We killed Heather. I killed Heather, I am part of it. We are part of it. We contributed to the grudge and heavy feeling she has. I, especially, was the last straw but I let her down. I am the only hope she was holding on to. I am what she is supposed to hold on to, for better and for worse... Heather and Arthur, that is what it is supposed to be.
October 15, 2020
Dear Diary,
It's the same old way in the old days. Nothing changed. Except for the fact that I now have my life as a ghost. I am literally a ghost to everyone. I don't have the attention like I had everyone before. I don't know what is happening. I don't kno
