Hi. I’m Emma. This is a really difficult post to write. My boyfriend Turner and his friend Jay got into some serious trouble last summer. They found that dead man by the creek, and…Jay died. He was wrecked. We all were. Then Turner disappeared. Not a single word. We’d fought at his and Jay’s birthday party, so maybe he thought we broke up. I don’t know. He lied to me about where they were going, and yes it upset me, but I’m glad he didn’t get hurt, too. I was waiting for him to come to me and say sorry, but instead he just disappeared.
No one knew where, or would tell me. I think there’s something going on with his family because his parents are gone a lot, and there’s been rumors that maybe they’re involved in something. I hate that his life has been shaken like this. I miss him. He’s a good person and doesn’t deserve it. I hope he’s doing okay wherever he’s at.
Yes, I broke up with him. He did call, eventually, and it was only to see if we were still together or not. How can we be? I don’t know where he even is. Like I said, too, he lied to me. Then got himself hurt. Like, how do I stay with him? I’m not even allowed to see him or know where he is. What kind of relationship is that? I hope he gets through all this and gets better.
There was my friend Angelina to think about, too. She liked Jay, and was trying to start a relationship with him when he died. She’s wrecked, too. I don’t know if they would have started anything if he were still alive. I needed to be there for her. With Turner gone, it’s what I did.
No, don’t feel bad for me. Turner’s still alive and well and safe. That’s what matters. And the town is getting back to being safe again. That’s what matters. That’s all that matters. Right? I need to think about something else for a while.