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…
~ Amelia
*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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Trisha
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