The girls in the box

Chapter 2 ; day three

I need to find her. I look in the mirror. My bright green eyes are the same as Analia's. My best friend was taken from me. Like a pawn in a chess game. I go in later to give an interview about her kidnapping. No matter what it takes I will never give up looking for her. I'm still in shock about all that happened that night. 3 days.

Analia and I were having a sleepover. A free Friday night. I had only found out that the night would change my life. We were at Analia's house, home alone watching scary movies. I got up to use the bathroom when I heard her scream. The fright in her voice rings in my ears. I run as she's being dragged by her feet out of the back door. I chased after her horrified, losing any thought I tried to cling onto.

That was the day I lost her. The sad lonely thought of living without my best friend. I'm falling apart. I can't shower, I can't eat, I can't do anything without my best friend. I won't do anything until I find her. I'm going to search day and night before I let myself take advantage of things I have when she can't.

I made a board in the back wall of my closet. Tacked up, pictures of people and places are strung together with pins. I look at it intensely for any type of clue. I am going to find her no matter how much danger I may cause upon myself.

I'm missing school again today. I find it hard to go when there are so many people begging to give their sympathy. Most of these people I've never spoken to in my life. I guess that's what happens while you are the number one witness to a kidnapping. But it wasn't just any kidnapping, that man took the walking other half of my soul.

I finally decided to get out of bed after swallowing in it for hours. I got up and showered. I feel terribly guilty. Analia probably can't shower.

I get out and decided to embrace my curls for the interview. I did my hair and makeup while trying to decide on what to wear.

After staring in my closet for 15 minutes I suddenly had an idea that came to mind. I put on black ripped jeans and a beautiful white laced shirt that Analia got me for christmas.

I grabbed my black high top converse out of my shoe shelf and headed downstairs. I grabbed a strawberry granola bar and my keys.

My eyes wandered around my house replaying the worst night of my life. I should've been able to help her. I owe it to her to save her. After all, Analia helped me in more ways I could put into words.

When my parents first started fighting she was always there as a shoulder I could cry on. She even welcomed me into her house when it got really bad.

Analia really is my soulmate. I love her beyond spoken. She's the best thing that ever came into my life and now that she's gone I feel torn.

I step into my car and my eyes graze upon our polaroids hanging from my mirrors. Such sweet memories held in pieces of ink.

I start the car and turn on some music. Music has always been the best therapy. I pull out of the driveway and turn on my gps.

Georgia's National News Station. Honestly, I don't want to give my side. I know it may help her but once I come out about it, it's no longer my story. It's another view on something that happened to her.

I feel selfish for being upset. She's going through unknown things right now and I'm the one who's sad? That's pathetic of me. I need to find her. I don't know if i can live a life that she isn't in..

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