I wanted to speak, but I just couldn't get the words out. Tears dropped from my face as I slammed the door shut. Backing against the door, I sat down and cried. I couldn't think. All the memories of how he manipulated me came crashing into me, felt like a movie except it wasn't, it was my life.
When I could think again, I realized there was banging on the door. I tried to calm myself down and act normal. If I'd actually gone back in time, maybe I could fix everything if I could. I couldn't waste that opportunity. "I'm ok!" I yelled, not waiting for the other person's reply. I got up and went straight to the closet.
I picked up my journal and wrote. I wrote everything I could remember before this moment, before I died. I wrote until my fingers became sore. The day I first met him, he was my supposed savior. Now my thoughts about him have all changed. He is my enemy.
We both took an oath that we'd never betray each other or our friends, and the day he broke the oath was the day our friendship ended.
When I finished writing, I already had a plan in my head: I'd essentially 'go missing' and then go to the real protagonist in this story. Silas I'd gain his trust and become his subordinate; then I'd drop clues for my friends and they would link up the clues. And they'd naturally find out what happened.
It was a flaw filled plan but it would make do for now.
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