After doing a lot of reading and a lot of remembering I came across the bracelet that Leo gave me on the last day that I saw him. I put it on my wrist and looked down at it. I didnt feel heartbroken until I read the last page in my diary.
Dear Diary ,
I don't know what to do. I don't know who I am anymore. I feel empty and sad and depressed. If I ever have any younger siblings then I hope I can stop them from ever feeling this way because I feel like giving up on everything. Sorry
I read this over and over. I remember when I felt like that. I was so angry at Sean. I blamed him for everything and I shut my family out but then I started seeing a psycologist and got better , making my several hunger strikes insignificant. I'm glad I got better though because if I didn't then I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the great moments in my life like starting high school , getting a new sister and my sixteenth birthday. I also wouldn't be sitting in the tree house all alone. I began to put everything away in the box and then I put the box back. I then drifted off to sleep.
---------- The next morning ----------
I had a very bad night. I got woken up several times for very different reasons. Sometimes it would be different members of my family coming back home. Other times it would be my neighbours coming home from their Christmas parties. A couple of times it was Leo , Charlie and Keeley shouting out to me but I ignored them and kept on trying to sleep. I woke up at around 11:30AM. I know that's sort of late but I had a late and tiresome night. I woke up because I heared the sound of a baby crying. A familiar sound but it didn't sound like a familiar baby. I quickly got up , climbed down the ladder and made my way into the house. I walked into the living room greeted by nine familiar faces. My dad , Sean , Mack , Mamaw , Grandpa , Charlie , Keeley , Taylor and Josh. They were all sat in the living room pale-faced and quiet. My dad stood up quickly as I walked into the room. I bet I looked like a wreck.
"Sarah Demitria James! Where have you been?!" he asked trying not to be loud because I bet my mom was in bed , you know , with child and all.
"Sorry" I whispered "Where's mom?"
"She's in the kitchen getting the baby a bottle" said my dad. Wait. What baby?
"Who's baby?" I asked.
"Her baby , last night when you'd ran away , your mom got really panicky and went into labour. She didn't want to have the baby without you but she couldn't keep that child inside her any longer" said my dad. I sat on the couch to take in the news. Then my mom walked into the room holding a really tiny baby wearing a little pink babygrow. I let some tears of joy slip out because this moment was so special.
"Mom , I'm so sorry that I wasn't there" I said getting up and walking over to her.
"I can't think of a name for her so I was wondering if you would name her for us" said my mom.
"Oh my gosh" I said "Noah , can we call her Noah?"
My mom nodded. I was so happy.
"We're so glad that you're home" said Charlie giving me a hug "Where were you?"
"I was in the back yard" I answered truthfully.
"We came into the back garden , nobody was there" said Charlie.
"I was in the tree house hiding from Leondre" I said.
"Did he tell you about how he feels? He always does that. He always freaks out the girl by piling all of his feelings onto her and then she runs away. We still haven't found his last girlfriend" said Charlie. I could tell that the last part was a joke because he changed his tone of voice.
"Don't worry about me , I actually still have feelings for Leo , I just don't want to say because you guys are off home soon , he said something about sticking around but I don't know" I said.
"Tell him , it'll fix everything. Go to him , he's sitting on the stage where you had your sweet sixteen" said Charlie "But there was a storm last night so the roads are closed"
"I'll go on Maisy" I said running out of the door and to the barn. I quickly saddled up Maisy and then set out to the field were my party had been. When I got there I saw Leo sitting on the edge of the stage writing in a book.
