A/N: I did a thing with my uke ^ . So, I'm going to shake this up by doing an experimental thingy. There will be a few pictures in this chapter that you will be required to read. In case wattpad is being glitchy or you can't read or load them, I'll have some stuff typed out below. I just wanted to try my idea to see if it would be more like the reader is part of the story. Read on! |-/      

    •Tyler•

   I swallow deeply and take a ragged breath. "What do you mean Jenna's missing?"
   Mrs. Black grabs me by the arm and pulls me inside, then shuts the door behind us. "None have us have seen her since I asked her to check the mail after school yesterday, and she wouldn't answer her phone. We figured she was with you." She sits me down on one of their living room couches, where the rest of the family is gathered. Everyone except for my beautiful Jenna, that is.
   I shake my head, a dead weight settling in my stomach and making it hard to swallow. "She's not with me. She actually probably hates me at the moment."
   Mrs. Black raises an eyebrow as Brennan and I share a look. Mr. Black leans forward. "Please, tell us everything you know."
   I scratch my head. "Well, yesterday toward the end of ball practice, she called me in a rage accusing me of breaking up with her. She said she got a letter?" A grim look appears on the faces of Jenna's parents. I hastily continue. "But I swear, I didn't break up with her. There are few things I care more for than your daughter. And even if I did break up with her, I wouldn't break her heart like that. By the end of the phone call, she said that she hated me. Then, she hung up."
    Everyone in the room is dead silent, trying to process the information that's currently hanging in the air we breathe. Mrs. Black finally breaks it by drawing a shaky breath.
   "Thank you for telling us what you know, Tyler."
   I nod. "Not a problem, ma'am. I want to find her as much as you do." My voice cracks. "Have you filed a missing persons report yet?"
   Mrs. Black shakes her head. "We were going to wait to contact you first, but we're going to call the police station now."
   I nod. "Could I go look around in her upstairs room for any hints as to where she might've went?" Mrs. Black nods. I rise from the couch and hurry upstairs.
   Jenna's room doesn't show any obvious signs to where she's at. No running away notes, nothing. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and dial her number. It goes straight to voicemail. I sigh and walk back downstairs.
   Mrs. Black rounds the corner from the kitchen. "I just got off the phone with the station. They're going to start their search. Can I get you anything to eat, meanwhile?"
   I shake my head. "I'm sorry, I don't have much of an appetite. I think I'm just going to head home."
   Mrs. Black nods. "I understand."
   I give her my number before I leave. "Keep me posted."
   "Will do."
   Walking out the door and into the chilly morning, I head toward the treehouse to think.

    The weathered boards creak beneath me as I ascend the treehouse's ladder. A cold wind blows, making me climb faster to be out of its reach.
  My stomach twists when I climb inside at the sight of my red notebook lying on the treehouse floor. What if Jenna tore out my songs in revenge!?
   I rush forward and flip through the pages, but then freeze when I open to the page that a pen was marking. This isn't my notebook. Instead of my messy, scatter brained handwriting, neat and organized words stare back at me in paragraph form. I skim through the page.

     Dear Diary, it reads,

   I am TERRIFIED. The boy has been watching me at school and harassing me about Tyler. Why can't he just leave me alone!? I always know it's him because of his dark hair. And his eyes. One look into his eyes, and it seems like they burn into your soul and see the deepest parts of you. I don't want that. What should I do?
                              Until Tomorrow,
                                Jenna Black

   I catch my breath. Jenna was here. This is her journal! It might help me figure out where she's at. My brow furrows. Who is the boy bothering her? Why don't I know about him!? Ignoring invasion of privacy, I flip to the next page.

     Dear Diary,

    I've started getting hate notes in my locker from the boy. One fell out of my pocket in Home Ec this morning, and Josh saw it. Turns out, the black-haired boy has been harassing him about Tyler, too. We both agreed to keep it between us for Tyler's sake. We don't want to worry him. At least I'm not the only one. And later that very day, Tyler got hit in the face with a basketball. I think Josh and I know the culprit of that. I just hope that all of this drama will stop.
                             Until Tomorrow,
                               Jenna Black

   So Josh knew about this, too!? I'm definitely going to have a talk with him. I look at the next page.

     Dear Diary,

    Someone was driving up and down the street in front of my house two nights ago. They even stopped and stood on my porch. My parents and siblings were in northern Ohio visiting relatives for Christmas, leaving me home alone. Tyler came over to investigate, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that I think I know who the culprit was. I think it's the black-haired  boy from school. He's watching me. I'm terrified. What do I do!? I don't want to burden Tyler. He's already stressed out from school, basketball, and his band. I  hope the boy will just leave me alone.
                            Until Tomorrow,
                               Jenna Black

  I sigh. I wish Jenna would've told me. She wouldn't have been a burden. I flip to the next two pages, which contain pictures of the woods, Christmas at Josh's house, two pictures of me, two bird feathers taped in, a torn piece of wrapping paper, and a dried flower.

My curiosity peaks as I see the next page has three quarters of its paper missing. I flip it over.

   Dear Diary,

   I flipped through one of Tyler's yearbooks when I was at his house and......I found the black-haired boy. He's a senior this year. His name is—

   I squint in confusion. The rest of the line was scribbled out before the page was torn off. Odd. My eyes widen at the next page.

    Dear Diary,

    I got a letter in the mail today. It was from Tyler. I'm inserting it here in the journal. He's breaking up with me! What's wrong with me? Would he really do something like this? Or is it from—

   A line streaks off the page, and no more of Jenna's words are written after that. However, there is wild handwriting scrawled across the bottom of the page.

   When the leader of the bad guys sang something soft and soaked in pain, I heard the echo from his secret hideaway. He must've forgot to close his door as he craNked out those DiSMAL Chords and his four walls DeclARED HIM INSANE. 

  My brow furrows. Someone took Jenna right here in this treehouse. The stalker. The black-haired boy. And they even left a note. I read the letter that I supposedly wrote. The handwriting is very similar to the note at the bottom of the journal entry.
   My heart races as I shakily read through the entries again. I finally pull out my phone dial Josh's number. Jenna said he knows about the black-haired boy.
    "Josh," I say firmly when he picks up,"get your butt over to the treehouse. You have some explaining to do."

A/N: I was able to update! Yay! So, how do you like the handwritten letter idea? Should I keep the pictures? My handwriting is a lot sloppier than Jenna's. And yes, I actually went to Walmart and got some pictures of Tyler and Josh developed. I think my dad and sister were questioning my sanity when they saw them lol.
   I'll try to update soon. Until then, stay alive, frens! |-/
   
    -Rey