•After the Happily Ever•

2.

      Sadie's POV

  Watching Onix cry did not make me as happy as I thought it would.
 
       Yes, she was notorious for being the drama queen, the queen bee. But something about the way she cried reminded me of how I used too.
   
     I wanted to rub her back and tell her "That's it. Let it all out. It's okay to cry", but I couldn't. I wanted to brush her thick, light brown curls away from her face and hug her. But instead I sat on the floor across from her. My legs crossed, knees up to my chest, arms around my knees. And I watched her cry.
  
    While she cried in front from me all I could do was remember the last time I cried that hard. It had been the last I saw her and at that time I had hated her with a passion. But seeing how she acts when she's alone caused me to pity her. She wasn't such a stuck up, bratty, conceited bitch when no one was around. Instead she was more like a puppy. She was just looking for attention. The affection she was deprived of at home.

     I admired how even while she cried, she did so gracefully. Her amber eyes half open as tears began to spill out at a rapid pace. They ran down her caramel skin all the way to her chin, and slowly began to drip onto her shirt. The teardrops that ran down her face glistened her skin causing her beauty to become more visible.

     She was a rather pretty girl. But her demeanor was what made it unpleasant to be around her.

    Suddenly she closed her eyes and started to take deep long breaths. Trying to calm herself. It seemed to be working. She opened her eyes and looked in front of her. In my direction.

   For a second I swore we made eye contact. At least that's what it had seemed like. For a second my heartbeat slowly began to speed up. I let my hopes that she saw me take over. But she looked right through me. As if I wasn't there.

      Technically I wasn't there, because technically i'd been 'missing' for 2 years. 

    At that thought my eyes began to wander around the room. The light purple walls gave the room an elegant and feminine appearance, along with the matching white and gray furniture.

      A white vanity with grey outlines around its mirror sat next to the bed. Taped along the sides of the vanity mirror were pictures of Onix and other people. One caught Sadie's eye. It was one of Onix smiling widely. Her face was pressed against another girls face. She too was smiling happily. She was pale with long black hair and prominent freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. The pair looked goofy, as if they were having the most fun in the world.

   It hurt, because I remembered that day and it was the most fun in the world. It had been just 3 months before the big fight between me and her. Only 5 months before I went missing.
  
      Underneath the first picture was a mini cut-out of a missing poster from the local newspaper. It was the same girl from the previous picture, it was me.

   I was frustrated with myself. How in earth had I managed to go missing and not remember how?

    Now all I could do was walk around town, just like everyone else, but it was different. Because no one ever acknowledged my presence. No one looked at me. I had figured it's because they couldn't. It was because I was dead. I just didn't know how I had died. I couldn't remember.

    Was I kidnapped? Did I get lost? How had I ended up dead? Who first noticed  I was missing? Where did I die? How? Was my body ever found?  So many questions I asked myself, but couldn't answer.

    One day, two years ago, I had woken up in my bed. It was like every other day, except it wasn't. As I had walked down stairs the atmosphere was sorrowful, unhappy, depressing.

    My mother had been leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in her hands, staring at nothing in general. She had been crying, that much was obvious. Her face was tear stained and the creases in her face had become more visible.

   "What's wrong ma?" I had asked. But she didn't answer. Instead she kept staring into space.

   I'd taken a seat at the counter and just watched her wondering how to make her feel better.

     A few seconds later my father came down looking miserable. "I called the police department. They said to give it another day. Maybe she'll show up." He had walked over to ma, grabbed the mug from her hand, placing it in the counter and hugged her. "It's going to be okay" he reassured her. "We'll find Sadie."

   At that point I had been so confused. They'll find me? I had thought. I was beyond confused. "Ma, Dad. I'm right here. What are y'all getting so worked up for." I tried to laugh it off.
   They didn't seem to hear me. I kept yelling their names. I was starting to get frantic and panicked.
  
     If this was some sort of sick prank, it wasn't funny.

 
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