Could it honestly get any worse? I thought to myself as the last twenty-four hours has been nothing but a complete emotional roller coaster. To any normal person, the thought of not being the one that killed your sister because you had a black out seeing her laying there dead, would be considered absolutely crazy. Yet here I stood as my father was about to be released from jail after interfering with an official investigation of my sister's murder. Though I could hardly blame him for his actions as I was thinking the same things he was shouting to Mr. Echolls. Still I couldn't believe my father actually got arrested as he didn't really do anything but shout.There were a lot of things that I never really understood but this would just be a number on a rather big list. Unfortunately I had sat down in the closest chair I could find to wait for all of his paper work which conveniently was located next to the public bathroom.

However This in itself could of been considered a time to reflect everything that was truly going on in my life but as rushed as it tended to be, it was hard actually letting it set in. My sisters murderer has been officially found and taken in, though most of this year I had thought it was someone else and a part of me started to move on with me life. Slowly of course and with the help of tons of medication, half of which I couldn't even pronounce. All of which I had to take because my parents thought I had killed my sister.. No matter how bad these blackouts have been in the past murder in itself couldn't of happened. I'd know, wouldn't I?

Truth be told, I'm still scared that there is something inside that may take control over me. It scares me not knowing anything afterward and the possibility of never gaining that memory back is even worse. Did I want to have the memory of my sister laying dead next to the pool, that I could possibly live without. The pills themselves make me feel at peace with the occasional headache or two on the side. There are days, sometimes, that I actually feel perfectly fine even before I take the pill in the morning and a part of me wonders if I actually need to take them all the time. Yet the fear that something may or may not happen is a little too strong for me to just let go of which makes me continue taking them every single day.

"Mr. Echoll's jeep has been abandoned where?"

My attention quickly shifted from my own trivial problems to that of a striking name. Logan. I had hardly thought of his name until now after realizing that he in fact was having his own little world crash down right in front of me. You'd think after having all my own problems solved, of course after thinking he was the killer when the whole time it was the next generation up in his blood line. I was so quick to judge him that the possibility of our own friendship being completely ruined by all of this went by me without even the slightest hint and to now hear news that his jeep was found near a bridge abandoned. Like his mothers?

I stayed seated as I listened to him ask more questions over the CB. Notably I had a good memory of the make and model of Logan's car, none of which seemed to be spoken aloud by the deputy at hand. He did however write them down on a piece of paper that was almost in plain site and only after a few minutes he luckily got up to use either the restroom or to get a donut. I looked it over thoroughly making sure to catch every single detail that had been written down. Sure enough it was Logan's vehicle but I got the my next surprise of my life as I continued to read down to only find out it was paper work for a suicide jumper. Logan had committed suicide?

I must of dropped the paper on the floor as I booked out of there as fast as I could. At first my thought was to drive down to the bridge to see for myself that he did in fact murder himself but knowing everything that had happened, It kind of seemed likely. I brushed the feeling off as quickly as I possibly could as the thought of only one person came to mind, Veronica.

She'd want to know everything that was going on and get to the bottom of it. Though no matter how much I try to forget it, her and Logan had sort of a history which made me feel obligated to tell her as friend. It only took me ten minutes to get to her place from the station even if felt like a lifetime still I didn't exactly know how I was going to tell her. I rushed to her door, quickly knocking on it as loud as I possibly could. I knew she was probably asleep, resting after almost being killed but sure enough she came to the door .

The greeting itself was somewhat unexpected which even I didn't know why I was so caught off guard as it tended to be her way. The thought of seeing her alone seemed like a big step after the year we both had shared. I had to admit that every time I saw her, I couldn't help but remember the way things were and wonder how everything got so complicated so quick. When I looked at her now a part of me felt like it was for the first time in a long time that I've actually looked at her directly without being misguided by false accusations by my own mother. I stopped myself as Veronica started to ask me for the bad news. I had thought of a million in one ways of how exactly I was going to tell her that Logan could be dead, yet none of them seemed to be the easiest. I took a deep breath as I took my direct eye contact away to tell her.

"It-it's Logan." I paused feeling the weight of my own words before they could even exit out my own mouth.

"I don't know exactly what happened. I was bailing my father out of jail and all of a sudden this guy comes on the CB. I couldn't hear much, hardly anything but a deputy was writing everything down. He eventually left and I took a look at what it said." I paused narrowing my eyes as they began to water, "It said that Logan killed himself on the bridge."

I wanted to turn my head away as I looked at her face. What seemed like horrific night for the both of us surely had gotten worse. A part of me wanted to believe that this was all just false information or that they hadn't really looked into his case too hard. I knew that Logan was capable of doing anything when he's emotional but it's hard for me to believe that he would commit suicide.

"I was hoping it would be you."

Really, at this point I could imagine anyone else coming to my door. So, while seeing Duncan at my door wasn't a surprise, I felt something soothe over inside of me. The last time I had seen him was earlier tonight when Aaron Echolls was officially charged for murder - his own father was arrested for obstruction of justice - the two guys I'd ever been close to in my life were seemingly orphaned overnight and it was a relief to see Duncan well. I can't imagine this night going any other way.

I still have to block out the images of being trapped in a fridge that was set aflame. Last night, for all purposes, I've been avoiding thoughts about. I don't think I'd ever been so terrified in my life than when Logan's father slipped into the back seat of my car to get the tapes I had found - tapes that proved an affair between Lilly and himself. Enough proof to convince a jury that he was the one who murdered Lilly Kane; my best friend and Duncan's sister - at one point the possibility of a half sister for me. If that wasn't enough proof didn't dad and I have the burns and bruises from tonight as evidence, enough that Aaron Echolls was capable of murder?

All is cleared up now, though. I am one hundred percent my father's daughter and couldn't be happier about it. Mr. Echolls is locked away and my dad is currently being taken care of by Wallace's mom. It's almost one of those things where things are too right with the world, but I'm not about to complain.

There was also the fact that mom was gone now. Everything I had ever bet on her had come crumbling down and I knew even before I changed into my pajamas that she had left. What was keeping her here? Especially when she was so afraid to be around us before, fearing for my life as much as I feared for her health. I can't stop the edge of worry sneaking in with the relief that I won't come home one day to find my mother dead drunk having pushed past all the limits she set for herself. We won't feel the stabby point of the sword this time when she does it. I keep on like I always have.

The hero is the one that stays and the villain is the one that splits.

Even if I was the one to push her out of town this time.

I exhaled when seeing Duncan. It was like overwhelming feeling like I could start breathing again, but the sensation stopped as soon as I saw his expression come into light. "Duncan?" I asked, stopping my voice from asking anything more. He was sullen. He wasn't happy and this wasn't a social visit. Duncan was only here because of one thing. He was here to tell me something. And I had this sinking feeling like I knew exactly who or what that one thing was.

Logan.

I could almost hear the echo of Logan's words filling my ears. "I have this feeling that things are gonna get really bad." That's what he had said earlier - and they had. His girlfriend accused him of murdering the one girl he probably only truly loved. They got worse. They did. His father being the one? Not only killing Lilly but bedding her too? I had no thoughts that Logan was in any way alright.

Maybe that's why Duncan's here looking at me sourly like he's tasted something bad - poison - and he needs to spit it out. I remember to stay calm. It's all I can really do at this point until Duncan's words - his news - comes tumbling out of his mouth.

I reach out to pull him into the house, opening the door wider for him, but pushing it shut afterwards. "What happened?" I asked, official concerned at the quiet shock he was in. "Tell me."

Oh, Veronica, were you expecting happiness?