Chapter Two

Emily Martin pictures since childhood along with her favorite teacher when she was 15.

As I stood there by the door looking at Dad .He looked miserable, Helpless, His eyes were blood red He was crying .I couldn't blame him he did loved emily. He was about to open Emily's Diary when I yelled at him," Daddy stop Please Don't Please". "Why should I stop? She is death bella, she left me ".( His voice cracks when he talk to me) He looked so helpless I hate to see him like this. "She had her reasons Dad remember ? Just give me that book it will cause You only pain please daddy please". I Kneel down as I took the book from his hand, I can't let him open this book It will kill him. I know he is dead inside. As I walk away from my dad holding Emily's Diary. I Should give him space and mourn he has too mourn for her.

I went into my room I look at this book I was holding it belong to emily. Should I open it ? But I can't it's private right? My gut were telling me that maybe this book will bring peace and closure. It the only way to find out the truth behind close doors, its will answer all my unanswered questions But then again I can't open it . I Don't like to invading someone's privacy It rude.

I really did love emily . She was beautiful all her life .I was watching her pictures she was an Angel, sometimes I wish I had her eyes. Her eyes were blue like an Ocean, Her smile was the most beautiful smile I ever since with her perfect teeth. She was just so perfect . Dad once told me when I was 5 Years old that he used to call emily smooth because her skin was so smooth , soft and fresh like A model . As she grew as a teenager she didn't seem happy at all , I remember when my uncle showed me pictures of her for her Eighteen birthday .She looked pale, she wasn't Happy at all , her eyes were dead , her smile was fake like someone was holding a gun forcing her to take those pictures.