Life < Death

4.

Ella's POV:

After I was heading home continue listening to music. Heading back home was about 5-10 minute walk. There's multiple routes to take so it really depends what path you take.

I'm dreading going back home. Last night I was lucky enough to sneak back into the house and sneak out for school.  But am I able to do it a third time? I doubt it.

I turned the corner and headed down the quiet street I live on house coming into view shortly after.
Headed into the backyard and climbed back up the tree to get into my window on the second story. Lucky me I didn't forget to lock the window by closing it.

I climbed through the window after lightly putting my bag right under the window. I think he is asleep? Or passed out? I got in my room and quickly changed into my pjs and got into bed and prayed to whoever is out there that I'll be okay.

William

"Mom!! I'm home from Jackson's!" I heard nothing. "Mom? Where are you?" Nothing. "Dad?!" Also nothing. "Anyone home? Hello?" Now I'm panicking. Their shoes aren't here neither are the bags. What's air? Never heard of it- I can't breathe I'm gasping for air and nothing is going in. I walk into the kitchen, nothing, bathroom, nothing, 'they can't be at work still it's 9 at night..'

      I walk into every room in the house. No one.
No shoes at the front door, no bags put where we keep our backpacks/work bags. No cars in the driveway nor the garage like I thought there way.

  I'll just go to bed and everything will be fine in the morning. Mom will make me some breakfast, dad will be watching the news or reading his newspapers with his coffee of choice... it'll be okay calm down.

Next morning.

   I woke up to no smell of coffee, nor breakfast.  I walk downstairs and going doing the stairs not hearing the tv either. I didn't know what to.  I can't cook I'm only thirteen almost fourteen soon and I only can cook popcorn (sometimes-) without burning it. It's just a button but I don't know how it burns it's stupid.

   Do I walk over to Mrs. G's house next door and ask for help? I don't know what's happening. Then the lack of air comes in. Gasping for air that seems to be nowhere yet everywhere at the same time. It's like this panic that cant be controlled and it comes from nowhere trying to take over. It's a mind game I've yet to win.

    I quickly walk over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and drank almost all of it. And im covered in sweat, my palms are paler than the white curtains we have on the back windows to look out into the backyard. Tears are welling up in my eyes. I can't find anyone. Where is my parents? They wouldn't just leave me right? Something had to have happened?!"

     I finally have the guts to walk over to Mrs. G's house with my pjs, a jacket and flip flops on. Why does it have to be so cold!! I swear! This isn't helping my cause. I knock on the door on the old-lady style house.

      "How may I help you this morning? OH! Hello will- why are you pale? Are you okay? Breathe..." when she opened the door with her curlers still in and in her pink robe with the smell of coffee and her perfume. Im still struggling to breathe I can't catch my breathe my chest hurts everything feels like it's closing.

   "I-I c-can't br-breathe..." "yes, yes you can come sit down quick." With that she quickly guided me into her house and I sat down with my hand on my chest and my free arm on my knee trying to get it to stop bouncing and to make my hand stop shaking. Not helping.

   "Here. Drink some water" with that I grabbed the water Mrs. G was handing me and chugged almost all of it. "Hey, it's okay, calm down. Have you had this panic before?"
  "L-last night." "Okay sweetie it's okay. In through your nose out through your mouth." I do as I'm told and it helps a little bit. I'm looking at one spot on the ground listening to her voice that doesn't change tone and is a steady pace to calm me.
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     "Come on I know you got this. You can do it." Thoughts, thoughts of my "before 10" stage. Playing baseball, still am, did karate. And every time I had an event or a practice mom would say that to me. I don't know where she is. Nor my dad. My dad is the one who taught me how to play baseball and signed me up. Now I can't find them and they never showed up.

     Hours. When I mean hours I mean hourS. Mrs. G called the police and they called my parents office of work and the workers said that they never saw them come in yesterday and not today either. She put in a missing person request and they are slowly taking action. But currently,

                         Where do I go?
                     Was my main question.

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With a filler chapter 😎 I legit had no clue what to put and this is draft two and have two I get lost and CoNfUzSleD.
There is a little over 860 words- short chapter but- that happens 😎
Anyways- I should be back soon.... hopefully? Anyways adios 🫡