With Dylan thinking about the day he saw Emily's body after she had been found, he is in a somber mood. He doesn't want to anything except maybe take a nap.

But he has to keep reading.

February 17th

     I wonder if my stepdad knows I am going to die whenever he attacks me. If he did, would that stop him? Probably not.

     If he knew I was going to die soon, he would just do it more often so that he could get the maximum amount of beatings in before I am thrown into the ditch planned for me.

     It is hard to sleep anymore. All I have now are nightmares and thoughts about what it will be like to die.

     I don't want to die. I'm scared to die.

Of course death comes for everyone eventually. I just didn't think it would come this soon for me. I am not even eighteen yet.

I wont ever get to experience drinking (legally) or smoking (legally). I won't get to do whatever I want and be able to get away with it because I am an adult and my parents can no longer control me.

I will also never get to move out and save myself from the abusive household I am living in right now. Seventeen year olds can't buy houses or apartments even if it is a life or death matter. Realtors don't care about that. They only care about money and the laws.

Dylan turns the page to read on to the next entry. The more and more he reads, the more information he gets about Emily's state of mind before she was killed.

The next page is torn out. He can see pieces of the page that was there, still stuck in the bindings. He wonders why Emily chose to tear this page out. He wants to know what was written there that she didn't want anyone to see. Dylan wants to find out why and what was written on that page. This may require him digging through her bedroom.

He stands up and throws the book into his backpack.

He needs to go to Emily's house. He needs to find the missing page.

He grabs his stuff and runs down the stairs. "I'm going to Emily's to help pack some more." Dylan shouts to his mom before running out the door.

He runs down the street and up her lawn. He is out of breath by the time he knocks on her front door.

To his surprise, Emily's dad opens the door. He hasn't seen her dad since Emily's parents got divorced.

"Hi, um. I just wanted to help go through some of Emily's stuff again. Her mom was having me help the other day to pack it up. I've got some free time and I thought I would help again." Dylan explains half of the reason he is here.

Her dad nods and invites him inside.

"Son, I have to ask." He places his hand on Dylan's shoulder.

Dylan nods and turns toward him before going up the stairs.

"How are you doing? Everyone is so focused on Emily that I don't think anyone has even asked you how you are." Her dad can see the hurt expression on his face.

"It's been hard. But I've been managing. I found some letters Emily wrote to me a while back. They have been helping me." Dylan lies about what he has been reading in the diary.

Her dad nods. "I'm glad you have found a way to cope with this. Please don't hesitate to talk to me if you need anything. Anything." Her dad nods before leaving Dylan to go up to Emily's room.

He sets the bag down and begins looking on her bookshelf. Emily loved reading. He thinks she may have used the page as a bookmark or something.

Without even breaking a sweat, Dylan finally finds what he is looking for. The missing page was folded up inside a book that Emily loved. She must have been hiding it.

He unfolds it and begins reading.

February 17th

Dylan, this page is dedicated to you and you only. I hope that whoever finds this book will give this to Dylan if he was not the one to find it. Just this page will do. This is all he needs to know written on this page right here.

Dylan, I love you.

That is the simplest way to put it. I love you.

Since we met twelve years ago, we have been inseparable. You were my rock and I was yours. We took a journey through all the levels of hell together and somehow made it all the way to our senior year.

We may have had some hard times but we had a lot more great times to overshadow them.

I am glad I met you. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life.

Somehow, you were able to make the worst days better. You made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry. You made me laugh so hard I ended up crying anyways.

I care so much for you. And somewhere over the years, the great friendship we had blossomed into something more, at least for me it did.

I love you Dylan. Even if you don't love me back. And whatever happens, just know that I have only ever felt love towards you.

AN: I JUST WROTE THE MOST AMAZING WAY TO FINISH THIS STORY NO ONE WILL EVER EXPECT IT OMG. sorry. I just had to tell you. I am so excited!!!