Disasterology

28

~Vic~

I haven't heard from Finn all day. I've texted her six times since I left the house today, I expected her to text me maybe once during the day just to let me know if she's alive or to tell me how much she hates me, but instead I got radio silence. I texted her multiple times asking her if she's okay, when she didn't answer I tried calling but it went right to voicemail. I didn't think she'd block me, but by this point I'm sure she did. I don't blame her, I would've done the same thing if I were her.

I sigh as the car rounds the corner, excited to be getting back to the house. I know Finn wont be here yet, it's only 7pm and she only usually gets home around 10 at the earliest, but I still like knowing I'll be there when she gets home.

When the car finally pulls up to Finn's place, there's a very noticeable scene happening out front, with cop cars, ambulances and firetrucks. My heart kicks into overdrive. What if there was an accident? What if there was a fire? What if Finn got hurt and that's why she hasn't been answering me?

As the car just barely manages to come to a stop, I rush out of the car, my eyes scanning everywhere to try and find any info. There's groups of people all around the gate out front, fans clinging to the bars looking for information just like I am. The front door to the house is wide open, looking emptier than it ever has. The knot in my stomach grows by the second.

A police officer sees the panic in my face. I watch as he branches out from the group he's talking to and make his way over to me.

"Sir, you can't be here right now." he says.

"I live here." I say, my voice nervous. My eyes fly around the scene outside to try and see if I can spot Finn, but she's nowhere to be found. There's firemen and cops talking, but none of their vehicles contain the one person I'm looking for. Even the ambulance has its doors open with nobody in the back. 

"Do you know a Ms. Finnley Moon?"

My eyes shoot right to the office in front of me. "Yes. She's my girlfriend."

I can see the look in his face change, his professional demeanor now tinged with pity. Pity for me. Because something happened to Finn, something bad. Something I caused.

"I'm sorry to tell you this." he starts.

He keeps talking, explaining what happened, but I can't seem to get my mind to focus on the words he's saying. Instead my mind goes blank, only thinking of Finn, wishing she were here with me right now. If she were here I'd hold onto her forever to keep her safe, but it's too late now.