February 14, 2013
Yes, it is Valentine’s Day; NO I do not have some romantic date. I can never celebrate this day for what it is supposed to be. I have grown to hate this day and not because I am single, I am happy being single, I’m not the relationship type. James actually asked me out and I turned him down, I can’t be happy today, I can’t put a smile on my face and pretend everything is okay. I don’t even know if I should write it down, but on this day I always feel compelled to relive what happened. Although doing that, again, and again, year after year certainly doesn’t help me move on, which I know is what she would want me to do…
5 years ago today my best friend Mia was abducted right in front of me. It was late and we were walking home together. A van pulled up next to us, two men with masks jumped out and grabbed her. They tried to grab me too but I ran, leaving her with them. Her body was found 3 days later, raped, tortured and beaten. I can never forgive myself for running away, I may have saved my own life, but I lost my best friend. Maybe if I had tried to fight them off I could have saved her or at least died trying.
That’s why I stopped writing for those 5 years and I dropped out of college. I couldn’t be there anymore; I could barely even function for a while. I couldn’t deal with the way everyone looked at me with such pity; they all knew what had happened…
*This is a Fictional story, click Amelia's Diaries to read more about her and read the story from the begining here! Come back each week for a new chapter!
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