I had turned 16 years old, and had to fight my fear of exploring my old home, unwanted memories of Ezra would come back, it wasn't the fact that I didn't want to remember him, I was just afraid of not being able to let him go if something truly bad did happen to him. I didn't know how I would react. Walking the old pathway through the beach, the beach where we had last spoke a year ago. it felt as if we had only just spoken yesterday. And instead of being upset I smiled to myself as I sat in the exact same spot reminiscing, I could finally memorise his face without being afraid. I still remembered what he looked like. I slowly got up and walked towards my old and deserted home. The paint was cracked and the windows were boarded up. I grabbed one of the metal rods in the garden, smashing one of the boarded up windows. She carefully climbed through looking around. The first place I went to was my bedroom upstairs. The pink wallpaper was now cracked and half peeled off the wall. I stood at the edge of my bed tripping over a box. The box was mouldy and full of dust. Clearly it had been there for a while. How come I didn't recognise it though? I opened up the box easily, picking out a neatly written note. I could recognise that handwriting anywhere. It was Ezra's! With a trembling voice I read it out loud to herself. To my best friend Adelaide, If you're reading this, then something went wrong. I wanted to explain everything in person, but I ran out of time. I think deep down I knew there was something wrong with how my mother treated me, she didn't want me around anymore and she had bad mental problems. She manipulated me into thinking I was unwell like her, and she made me take all this medication and locked me in some building. My mother also never liked you, she always had it in her mind that you were some kind of demon feeding me bad information. I never really understood it though. I overheard her talking to some people on the phone, she has a plan of turning me into a completely different person so she can send me back to the school again. She just doesn't want you to recognise me, which I don't really get. She has bribed people with money to say that I am dead, if you hear that from anyone do not believe it. I will see you again one day in school, I'm not sure when but you'll know it's me. Don't forget me. Love from Ezra. I was in pure shock, not like the time I first found out Ezra went missing, it was happiness and excitement, also a bit of confusion. What did he mean by his mother was mentally ill, I mean I always knew she was quite religious, but I didn't think she would ever go this far because she thought I was some kind of demon. I went back home smiling like crazy as I knew that Ezra was alright, and I would see him again one day. I hope so anyway.
