"Allison!" Josh burst through the door of the small hospital room, panting as he wrapped me up in a hug. "Hey, Josh. I'm fine really," I didn't feel fine, but if lying made my best friend feel better then I was all for it. He hasn't had a good nights sleep in weeks, since his little sister Lucy went missing. It's been rough for the both of us I guess; the town's in shock but no one wants to talk about it, all the strange disappearances, dead bodies. Pretending it didn't happen seems to make most of us feel better, but not Josh. The idea of forgetting Lucy seems much worse to Josh than never seeing her again. Understandable, but even I have to pretend sometimes. Pretend than I wasn't almost murdered along with Haley Bennet; but pretending doesn't change what happened. We all know that.

MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD
EARLIER THIS EVENING, AROUND 5:25 PM MISS HALEY BENNET WAS FOUND DEAD ON FENDER STREET. POLICE ARE STILL UNAWARE OF THE CAUSE OF DEATH BUT ARE TREATING IT AS INTENTIONAL HARM. ANYONE WHO HAS ANY INFORMATION ON MISS BENNET'S LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS SHOULD COME FORWARD IMMEDIATELY.

Not long after josh's visit came 2 hungry detectives hoping that I would be able to feed all their confused questions. They were disappointed when told that I couldn't remember a thing. Yet, the younger detective of the two stared at me like I was hiding something. No matter how many times I relayed my version of todays events, the same annoying question still lined the surface of the detectives pursed lips: why can't I remember?