Polaroids

19|find me

Before I could get a word in, I felt a cold hand tap my shoulder from behind.

"Katherine Anderson?" A dark haired middle aged man dressed in a police uniform asks as I turn around.

Hesitant, I nod my head. "Mm yeah that's me" I reply

"Well I'm officer Davis, I'm leading the investigation on Emma Clark's dissapearance" he explains.

"Oh.." I let out, feeling the anger bubbling inside me for Josh subside.

"Yes so I'd like to ask you a series of questions concerning the case" he says. "Uh okay" I agree following him back into the school and into an empty classroom.

Officer Davis takes out a note and pen out of his pocket, laying them down on the wooden desk that seperated us.

"So miss Anderson, how long have you known miss Clark?" He asks.

"Um about four five years..i- I'm not sure" I reply.

I didn't know why, but talking about this case to an officer made me nervous. It was like a small, quiet part of me was hiding something that the larger more dominant side of me didn't know about.

"Hmm I see" he scribbles on his notepad. "And you two are best friends am I right?"

"Mmm" I reply shakily.

"So when was the last time you saw miss Clark?"

"Like last week"

"I'll need you to be more specific miss Anderson"

"Friday afternoon to be exact.."

"I see"

Slowly the room was becoming more and more tense. There was something about police officers that always made me anxious. Probably because of my past.

The interrogation went on about thirty minutes, but honestly it felt like way more, my anxiety worsened over the course of questioning, and if I saw myself I'd think that I was guilty.

As soon as we were done I made my way to the nurses office, asking for a pass for me to go home, unfortunately, she didn't see a need to and just gave me a couple of Advils and water. Anxious and tired I decided to just skip the next class, if I didn't get myself together I wouldn't be able to learn anyways.

I took a large gulp of my water before crouching by the door of my locker and sitting on the floor. As i sat in silence, I felt a light paper fall from the vent of my locker to the floor besides me.

Scanning the light object I realized it was a Polaroid.

"Where did you come from?" I murmur to myself looking both sides of the hall to see no one who could have possibly dropped it in there so fast. I pick it up and turn it around. My eyes widen at the sight.

A picture of Emma at a carnival by some sort of forest background came to sight. With it, the words 'find me' were written in red.

In shock I quickly stood up confused by the picture infront of me. I had so many questions.

Was this some sort of sick prank?

Was someone trying to scare me?

And most of all, what did they mean by 'find me?'

I look around and decide not to take too much mind into it. The kids in this school were crazy, and wouldn't pass a chance to mess with probably the most hated girl.

I stuffed the picture into my bag deciding I'd had enough today and just wanted to go home. Grabbing some books I silently made my way to my car, so what if I was skipping school? I could just tell the principal that I felt sick and tired from the whole Emma investigation thing and needed to rest.

Getting in I quickly drive away before anyone could stop me. I drove fast as the cold winter wind blew my hair. Suddenly I got stuck in a traffic jam. Apparently two drivers had crashed into each other from driving too fast on the icy road. I silently cursed myself for not checking before driving into the road.

As I stood held up in traffic, I close my eyes trying to get less stressed.

I couldn't believe Emma just up and banished out of thin air. She was gone, just like that, and somehow no one has found her yet. I know we had fought the last time we met but still I wanted to reconcile with her and felt guilty that I didn't just go to the stupid carnival, maybe if I did she'd still be here.

As I sat lost in thought, a small white paper on my windshield came into my sight.

"These fucking advertisement people" I cussed assuming it were one of those add papers desperate marketers placed on people's cars in hopes for potential buyers.

I reached for it about to throw it aside when the texture of the paper stunned me. It was thicker and smaller than most flyers and looked oddly familiar.

It was another Polaroid.

I turned it around, seeing a picture Emma at the same carnival standing by a stand. And again, the words 'find me' was written in red marker.

A/N

Let the mystery begin ;)