In Exchange [H.S.]

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*TW: Vomiting*

"Mira," I gasp, sitting up in my bed - dripping in a cool sweat.

Something is wrong.

I glance over at the clock, and see it's a little past four in the morning before I grab my phone off the charger. I turn the flashlight on, and I head out of my bedroom and down the hall towards Mirabel's.

On approaching her bedroom door, I see that it's shut, and I try my best to calm my nerves as I tap my knuckles against the wood. "Mira?"

I don't get a response, but she could just be sleeping.

Sucking in a deep breath, I turn the knob on the door, and I lean my shoulder against the surface to open it just slightly. My eyes wander over her bed to see that it's made up just the way she would have left it before leaving tonight.

She was meeting up with her boyfriend, Micah, for a night out, but she promised me that she would be coming back to the apartment.

I try not to read too much into it as I pull up the 'Find My' app on my phone, and I click on Mirabel's name. As soon as her name loads, I'm immediately met with a notification telling me that her location was unavailable, and I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach.

We always promised each other we would never turn our locations off.

With shaking hands, I dial '911' on my phone, and I hold it up to my ear as I walk into the living room and begin to pace.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator answers, and I feel my throat and mouth burn at the words I have to say.

"My name is Wynnie Porter. My sister," I choke out as the revelation hits me entirely. "My sister, Mirabel Porter, is missing."

"How long has she been gone?"

"Ten hours, at least? Maybe eleven by now," I take a seat on the couch as I try to level my breathing. "Her location on her phone is off, and she never turns it off."

"Do you know where she was going tonight?" The operator asks.

"Out with her boyfriend. I think they were going to grab a few drinks with some friends, and then she was going to go back to his apartment to watch a movie, but she assured me she'd be home."

"And you have no messages from her or anything saying she was going to spend the night?" The operator questions, and I suck in a deep breath.

"No, nothing. That's not like her either. If she were to do that, she would've let me know."

"Do you know where her boyfriend lives? Or what bar they were going to?"

I swallow harshly as I realize I don't have any of that information to provide. "I...I don't."

I hear the operator let out a soft sigh on the other end. "Look, honey, I can take down your description of her, and her name, and I can pass it along. However, it's going to be tricky without knowing exactly where they can start looking, okay? An officer is going to be assigned to your case, and then they'll contact you."