Twenty Nine - Helia Allen

Madison had always been a very quiet town. The biggest events to occur over the past decade or so had, in fact, been the DWIs of Anita Greenwood. Other than that, the town was placid, friendly, static. Why now, suddenly, was everything changing?

"Nothing makes any sense," I said, staring at the single hairline crack in the ceiling of Eric's room. "You saw how Celia acted right after the incident. She was cold and aloof and then she showed up last night at my door asking for my forgiveness. She looked like she was about to cry."

Eric hummed in agreement, his pen still flying across the page of his notebook. It was one in the afternoon the next day, a Saturday, and I was laying on Eric's mattress-bed contemplating while he sat beside me, writing in his journal. I didn't know which category of his journals he was writing in, but the sound of his pen scratching across the paper was oddly pleasant to