𝘽𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢 || １８+

003 . .

TW; 

In this chapter we're gonna be seeing the first murder of this book, if you'd rather not read about the descriptions of the body, feel free to skip <3. 

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I closed the door behind me, a clot of saliva forming in my throat, causing me to gulp. I looked up at Jonathan, he didn't eat since the morning. He looked pale as we both got into the car, hoping for the best. We both knew Shayla was probably fine, but we just really needed to check. What if something did happen to her? I would never forgive myself for that.

Jonathan messaged our parents we're going to see Shayla. Dad didn't respond and mom responded with a simple 'be careful'. I hate myself for thinking my parents would've actually cared about all of us three being out of the house. I practically begged Jonathan to send them a text to tell them we're out of the house for some days, yet they didn't give a flying fuck.

I fidgetted with my fingers as I looked outside, seeing the road rolling by the same way a stop motion video does. My life feels like a movie too, as if it's all set in scene and nothing is real, as if the director is gonna say 'cut' any second. This day is going by in a blur. The only thing I can think about is how Shayla is doing. I can't imagine a world without Shayla being in it. She has always been my solid rock. Always there for me when I needed her the most. She was there when I got my first period at school. I begged the teacher to call her, since she was in the same school. She immediately rushed over as soon as she got called and gave me everything I needed. I've never been more grateful for the days we've spend together as kids. Doing a picknick outside as we hid from Jonathan who desperately wanted to come along, playing instruments; I played the piano as Shayla played the violin. We were so happy those days, and I really crave for those days again. Maturing feels like hell to me, as if everything I'm doing is wrong in every person's eyes. In Shayla's eyes, I was always the most perfect person she'd ever seen.

If she would fade away out of my life, I would fade away myself..

Jonathan tries so hard to keep himself strong, but I can see in the way he's holding the stirring wheel, his mind is occupied with something else. What he must be feeling is horrible.

The only thing we can hope, is that our sister is alive and safe. Just like we are.

After a solid twenty four hours we made it to London. It was a goddamn long trip. My legs are aching, but yet I manage to stand up. We're in the middle of a suburb in London. All the houses surrounding is are rundown and some are halfway destroyed.

Shayla was here, so we have to find her.

I gulped as I stared at the building infront of us. A house with two floors, maybe an attic? This is the adres. Jonathan stood next to me, now nudging my arm as he looked down at me. "Do you wanna wait outside?" He looked at me with a slight sign of sympathy. I could see he didn't want me to wait outside, I could see it at the way his muscles clenched in his jaw. I shook my head as I took his hand, now smiling up at him. "No, I'm coming with you."

Jonathan smiled back at me, now walking up to the door as he knocked on it. At the second knock, the door fell out of it's hinges as it dropped onto the floor with a loud thud. I gasped as Jonathan yanked my arm, pulling me back from the door as the door fell. "Jesus Christ, what is this place?" He bit out as he looked at the entrance of the building. It looked as if the entire building was gonna collapse any second. "Shayla managed to get inside, so that means it's not completely dangerous. You know how strict she is when it comes to safety." I managed to let out a laugh, but all I could do was cry. I tried to focus on seeing Shayla again in this house after a long time, and finally be able to hug her. He laughed too, now grabbing my hand again as he did a step over the door. I followed his lead as I stepped into the house too. It was dark and dust was everywhere. It smelled like wet wood and dust. The wood squeeked underneath our feet as Jonathan took the lead. I looked around, scanning the surroundings. Some pictures hung on the wall of an old couple. "They must've lived here.." I pointed at one picture, the old couple smiling back at us throughout the canvas. Jonathan smiled, now looking at the picture too. "What a beautiful couple." We watched the pictures for a couple seconds longer, before we managed to walk on. It took every nerve to not run out of the building and dramatically sob in the car, but yet I remained to be focussed and do what was best for now. I had to find my sister, I just had to.