Kristy's POV...

I watched Harry close the door.
Tears were now forming in my eyes and my head is a swirled up ball.

I sighed and hugged Harry tightly. Only he could help me at this moment. I inhaled his intoxicating scent, his beautiful, intoxicating scent. I'm really confused though.

Why in the hell did they take Logan to a mental institution? He's not crazy. He's just going through a hard time right now. His best friend since like.... Kindergarten is missing, Allison is SO not in love with him, and some psychopath is on the loose.

My head started pounding and I released my grip on Harry and laid slowly on Logan's couch.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Harry asked coming towards me.

I didn't respond. My head was hurting to badly. I rubbed it slightly and got up from the soft couch. I was extremely dizzy. I started walking towards a little ways. Then, I remembered something.

"Harry!" I yelled.

"What?" He asked walking towards me.

I didn't answer. I ran upstairs with Harry shortly following behind me. I looked through the empty hallways and peeked into a bedroom. Logan's room. I smiled then walked over to his closet. I opened it and was shocked at some of the pictures. Every single picture taped inside of the closet was of Allison.

"Wow. Obsessed much?" Harry said with a chuckle.

I giggled and went back into the quiet hallway. I opened another room and found it to be Caleb's. I entered slowly and looked around for any sign of his laptop or journal. I then spotted the laptop.

"OMG Harry! There it is!" I said grabbing it and sitting on the bed. Harry sat beside me leaning over my shoulder to get a glimpse of the screen.

I clicked the power button and a bright blue screen popped up. I clicked random keys and clicked every part of the screen. Nothing. Nothing at all happened. Wait. I typed a few things in and voila! The screen became white and a password lock popped onto the bright screen.

"Damn it. He has a password." I sighed.

"Here let me try." Harry said taking the laptop.

I got off of the bed and wandered the rest of the room. I looked in drawers and in his closet but no sign of the journal. In the corner of the room was a small safe. Written on the wall in big black letters were the numbers 3402. I typed it in on the safe and the lock popped open.

Yes, I thought.

I opened the door, earning a squeak from the handle. Inside of the safe, was a brown, leather journal. I opened the delicate book and inside, written in black ink, were the words, 'Property of Caleb' .

I opened it to page one.



August 12, 2013

Well, I was followed home again. I still have no idea who this person is and I feel like its only going to get worse. They were wearing a Black Hoodie, with Black gloves and some work boots. I can't tell if it's a man or women but I am definitely going to find out. More to come soon.

-Caleb


I re-read the entry over and over again but still couldn't cope the words. This means that Caleb was being stalked by black hoodie even before we moved here.

This is crazy. Ever since I met Harry he was so sweet and innocent. Now look at everything that's happened. Still, I would trade the time I've had with him for anything. I turned back and saw him desperately trying to figure at the password. I smiled and walked over to the bed, plopping down beside him. A smirk appeared on his face and I sent a quirky smile back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched him typing into the password box.

"Damn it." He cursed.

"What?" I asked taking my head off of his shoulder.

"We only have one more try before we are locked out of his laptop." He said frowning.

I sighed. "Oh Caleb. What is your damn password?" I asked outloud.

Then it occurred to me. It was so obvious yet it wasn't. I took the laptop from Harry and typed in the 5 letter word.

I clicked enter and.....

Notes

I love you! Do you think Kristy got the password right? -M