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268 Days and counting
I keep seeing her, it’s as if every familiar face has the same glow that hers did. It’s been happening since the night she disappeared, but I still can’t tell if it’s real. Every time it isn’t her, I lose a little more of the little part of faith I have left. They say it gets worse before it gets better, but it keeps getting worse, and I’m beginning to think that the light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t exist.
Every day the weight on my chest gets heavier, my will to get out of bed gets weaker, I don’t think I’ve eaten in a week, but I couldn’t say I’m hungry. All emotions, all pains, it’s all just one increasingly overwhelming feeling, a feeling of guilt, depression, anger, grief, trauma, and all the grays in between.
Mike
“Mike! Mike, it’s the chief!” Lucas said barging into Mike’s room
“Wh-what?” I answered dazed
“He said he found someone that you’d wanna see.” Lucas said rapidly
Quickly, I shot up out of bed and bolted outside, not even bothering to put shoes on. We biked as fast as we could down to the police station, and Lucas was falling behind after eight minutes of straight biking up and downhill. Once we got to the station I threw my bike to the sidewalk and ran to the door. I ran across the hall and into the chief’s office.
Once I got inside I saw someone sitting in the chair in front of me, faced toward the chief. This person was short, wearing a pink dress, and had gold hair that could be easily guessed as a wig.
“El?” I asked, unsteadily.
“You thought it was her?” A familiar yet sinister voice coming from the person in the chair said
“You were dead wrong.” Lucas said from behind him
“You still think that she’s alive, do you, idiot?” The chief said from his chair
“Maybe you should just kill yourself, join her in death.” Dustin called from the corner of the room
“People don’t come back from the dead, after all,” The voice said while standing up “I would know.” He said turning around, only to be Will in a wig and dress.
Everybody started laughing, and they wouldn’t stop, no matter my pleads, my wishes, my begging, they wouldn’t stop. Maybe they’re right, maybe she can’t come back, after all who comes back from the dead, huh?
I bolted up from my bed, sobbing.
Maybe they’re right, maybe she’ll never come back.
Maybe I should just join her.