17 September 2012
A week had past since Jewel had passed. I didn't want to attend the funeral because I just couldn't. I didn't really want to go to school either but I did, she would have wanted me to. In the back of my mind I couldn't stop wondering about the box and what it contained. I didn't have the guts to open it. When I got home from school my mom was in my room sitting on my bed with the box...It was open. "What is this?," she asked looking down at what appeared to be a photograph. "Mother of god tell me you didn't open that!," I yelled at her. I shouldn't have yelled at her she didn't know any better. She was just a concerned mother. She didn't know she'd put her life in danger by opening the box. I walked over to the bed where she was sitting and grabbed the box and the photos she'd been looking at. "We have to burn it," I said walking out of me room. I walked outside and tossed the box on the burn pile. I lit a match and threw it on the box and watched it catch fire. Just as I was about to walk away I notice a picture of Jewel in the fire. I snatched it up quickly and looked at it. It looked as though it was a normal photo only there was a man in the photo with her but she didn't seem to notice him. He was tall and he wore a black business suit and his face...he had no face. I ripped him out of the picture and threw it in the fire, keeping the only part of Jewel I had left to cling to. Thats when I made up my mind. Let him come. Let him find me because once he dose I will make him wish he'd never came after me.
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