I awoke immediately when I heard a noise outside; I had just remembered that I had fallen asleep while grieving for Sierra. I checked the time on the clock on my bedside table and noticed that it was only 2 a.m. It may sound impossible and shit, but it's the first time in weeks that I've actually slept. Because of my unexpected awakening, my headache has returned and is considerably more intense than before. I'm sure my eyes are still puffy from how much I cried for her. My gaze was drawn to a few photos of Sierra and me scattered on the floor, as well as the crumpled tissues.I sat on my bed and stared at nothing, attempting to calm my nerves; it had been three weeks since Sierra's death news erupted and became a big news story throughout the country; it had also given everyone in Camden a terrible scare. I'm still crying for her and can't believe she's no longer with us. I know it's a ridiculous thought, but I keep convincing myself that Sierra is still out there, probabl

It's been a week now and Sierra's still silent about what truly happened to the two of them and Archer the night she vanished. We always asked her about it, but we gave up when she said she wasn't ready to tell us anything more; it only made me more impatient and frustrated. Mom advised me to take a break from questioning Sierra and focus on myself and my studies first, so we could also give each other room and time to contemplate. Mainly because she also thinks that Sierra is still clearly traumatized by what happened to her. So, even though I don't want to stop asking her, I have no option but to obey mom; she always knows what's best in any scenario, so perhaps she's right that my eagerness is making Sierra feel anxious.Though, Sierra can't blame me; she made me this way. She hides secrets, and I don't understand why she isn't talking about it yet. Because if she knows she's in danger, she would have asked for us to help her do something about it, and it will only happen

"The body that has discovered two days ago was ultimately identified by its relatives. Her name was Jade Legazpi, and she was 48 years old. On September 22, she was also reported missing by Sierra McCarthy, but authorities also believed that she had just left and helped her ex-boyfriend and partner escape from prison. She was also the foster guardian of Sierra McCarthy, who was discovered dead about a month ago. Jade's partner, Robert Magnaye, is still wanted; he was convicted of selling and using illicit substances as well as domestic violence. The man in the photo flashed on the television is Robert. Please notify the authorities immediately if you see him.""The police are still examining whether the two killings are connected and whether the murderers were the same person or people in both cases. The cry of those who loved Jade Legazpi is to finally find the person who did that to her to serve the justice the victim deserved. As so as the people of Camden Town who were sh

After Jade's death was discovered and buried a few days ago Sierra still stays here. We did nothing except accept her; it was also difficult for us to call the police behind her back. I always hold back whenever I try doing it, all I knew was I couldn't do that. I remember that I told Mom how I felt about the whole incident and how I couldn't just hand her over to the cops. Mom could understand how I feel even when I don't express it verbally; it was as if she had this deep connection with me. She then advised me that I should just do what I believe is right—but here was the problem: I was not sure if what I was doing those days were right. Because somehow I felt really dumb about the decisions I made, but I also felt fine when I carry them out. I had this instinct that I should do the right thing and contact the cops, but a part of me just says "stop," which means give her more time.But, to be honest, I was starting to admit to myself that my feelings for Sierra are the o

Sierra remained in our home for several months after I graduated from high school. I know my behaviors were perplexing, but we had gotten to the point where we treated Sierra as if she were a member of our family. We were used to seeing her cooking in the kitchen, resting by watching TV in the living room, sleeping in my bedroom, and asking me to buy her new books. It was as if we'd become accustomed to her presence in an instant, and we'd grown so attached to her that we didn't know what we'd do if she left. Or maybe it was just me who had really become so attached to her that even when I was away, she never left my mind.Still, there weren't many days when I didn't wonder if my decision to keep her was the right one, but I also don't understand why I couldn't make her leave. Until the day arrived when I no longer questioned her absence and her entire identity. And, to be honest, after Archer left the country, I felt even better; it was as if all I wanted to do was make Sier