I have portrayed your lives as the really were. I have shown the world how beautiful and wonderful and strong you all are. The answer to my first novel was nothing. The sum of my parts adds up to this. Nothing. Everything I touch I destroy, just like those boys destroyed me. So what’s the answer to this novel? I am not strong. I am weak. I could not surpass the pain that enveloped me. I could not let anybody be happy as long as I was miserable. If you have read this, then I am probably dead, and probably by my own hand. I have given up.

The message of my first novel was nothing. I only showed my life, but I taught nothing. The message of this one, is this: don’t give up like I have. Don’t make yourself a victim to everyone else’s evil. And be strong. Do what I didn’t.

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Carmen:

“Oh my God,” I said, tears rolling down my cheek as I closed the book.

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever read,” Shane said wiping her own tears away.

“I can’t believe she wrote that author’s note at the end,” I said, “it’s like a suicide note.”

“A message from the other side,” Shane added.

We had been reading the novel all night long and all day too. It was already late in the afternoon, but it was worth missing an entire day. “So what do we do now?” I asked.

“Well, Alice is a writer, let’s take the novel to her,” Shane said, “she’ll know what to do.”

“Okay,” I agreed standing up and grabbing the car keys from the table.

“Let’s change though, we still kinda smell like sex,” Shane said chuckling.

I giggled at her comment and kissed her gently on the lips saying, “I like that.”

“Yeah but Alice and Tasha won’t!” Shane said chuckling.

I laughed as I walked into my room to change. Once we were showered and clothed, we grabbed the manuscript and headed toward Alice’s house. When we got there we noticed only one light on, which meant they were probably in the living room.

We got on the elevator and went to the door. Tasha opened it and let us in with a smile.