(Special thanks to DeathIsAUnicorn for her endless support and the cover picture!)
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ᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴍʙᴏʏ
Morning - The following day-
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I open my eyes to mums frown. She was tapping my shoulder with her petite arms. I scowl at her, thinking it was Logan who was pranking me in the morning. It'll leave a red spot, later of course.

"Your friend is at the door" she gestures her thumb at the hallway.

"Friend? Who?" I stand up. Could it be Naomi?

"Some blue haired girl came at the door. She's quite suspicious" she adds. "It's Naomi, she's a good person, mom" I roll my eyes, taking off my black cap and hoodie.

Knock knock. "It's me, Naomi, Alissa"

I fill my backpack with Thompsons notebook and Bennett's phone -Naomi doesn't know about it, yet-. Finally, for the first time in these last few months, I felt better about myself. Happy that someone cared enough to come at my door. Staying with Logan is not effective as much as being with Naomi, a friend.

"Never pegged you to be so trendy" she snickers, looking from head to toe at me.

"Shut up" I answer back. "Where are we going anyways?" I continue.

"To the beach, and check up on those evidences you got in your baggy" she gestures to the sea waves.

"So what did you find in that notebook?" She purses her lips expectantly.

"A lot of things, that you might know something of" I raise a brow. She playfully rolls her eyes.

I crunch over the sands as I walk over them. The weather was cloudy with rain. I hope it won't rain right now.
Ever since Bennett died, I feel a lot braver and more realistic than before; before his death I wasn't feeling anything special and never did. Until he was gone. Ever since that day I hardly ever smiled from the heart.
Naomi plops down on to the sand, letting loose her silver backpack, I wonder if it's trending these days. She moves it between her legs, wiping the sands off it.

"Sit down" she points to the spot in front of her.

We both open our zippers, spilling evidence and information from our bags. Naomi brought a few papers, yellowed with age and spread some pictures she took with some expensive camera. I take out my two key evidences in front of her surprised stare.
She crosses her legs before she crosses her arms with a frown on her face, inspecting everything carefully.

"Trade for trade, check out what I've got for you and in the meantime I'll check yours" she states. We both agree then start to observe everything.

I look through the pictures. Like always the 'X' sign was in every single picture they showed me, from some useless detective to a suspicious girl in front of me. The rest were the same pictures sanders showed me when Bennett went missing.
I put down the pictures and head for the decayed papers. There was a strange letter similar to the one in Thompson's notebook.

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There is no such thing as more meaningless than this world because
The pretty face
Of Lady Lawson
Is the demonic creator
Of red
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How did Naomi find this? Who is lady Lawson?

"Naomi, how did you ever find these?" I ask her. She was absorbed in the books content in a way that she didn't notice me constantly calling for her.

"Alissa, this was the most important part of the clue that Thompson could've given us" she lifts her head. "But...I can't get what he means" her face falls.

"Naomi! Give me that!" I snatch the notebook from her. She yelps in surprise.

I flip through the pages quickly until I reach the insect. The insect has a lid. I clench the tiny gap between the insect and its lid and try to open it. It has to open. The crucial part of this whole notebook was this lid.

The overwhelming urge to rip open the insect slammed into me like a hammer. I duck my head into it I was surprised I didn't break my neck. My hands weren't my own anymore. They felt numb like how I felt when I reunited with Logan on Christmas.
I let go of the book, collapsing on my back. Hot, wet tears prickle at the back of my eyes causing the sudden stung of my fingers to start.

My hands were collapsing like an earthquake.

I sniffle my nose and snatch the book again. Only this time the lid was open. I bring up the page, ignoring Naomi's strange looks at me. I froze.

There was three pictures around the insect. They were front-side view. I grasp them, looking at all three of them.
There was a picture of a man who had a familiar face, he had a feelingless expression. He looked about thirty to forty years old and he had dark hair and eyes while wearing a jacket. The other one was a disfigured picture of a woman; her face wasn't recognizable, it was scratched off as if a cat attacked it with its paws and destroyed every bit of the face, leaving only its blonde, short hair to be seen. I look at the last one,

Only to see Tiffany's face on it.

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Voting will help Alissa figure things out~ ^-^
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