Cool Kids Don't Dance

Seven

For those of you who have made it this far, it really makes me happy you're here. Seriously. My writing is improving and so is the story, so keep on keeping on. It'll be worth it. *insert winky face* 

I hope You're all enjoying. In a little while I was thinking of doing a little "about the author" bit. For those of you that that might interest, hit me up yo. Alright, well merry Christmas. I love you, Stay cloudy. If you understood that reference.... I love you more than the rest. Okay...... here's the story.

Here are the songs I recommend for this chapter if you listen to music while reading:

* Feeling Okay by Best Coast

*Undone by Paerish

*Stubborn Love by The Lumineers

Also, I have a Spotify. If you care, that is. I was thinking of starting a playlist for the chapters as I update. If you think that's a good idea, let me know. my user name is Illa Cress. Also my name, can I make this anymore awkward? Yes. Now, really, here's the story. Sorry.

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Louise gasped as her body lurched forward with sudden consciousness. She gripped grass beneath her just to be sure this was real life. The dream was so realistic, she could feel everything, smell the of scent of rust that came with Griffin's blood.

Louise shuddered and walked back into her house. She was lucky she didn't wander as far as some nights took her.

Vivid dreams often brought wandering feet for Louise.

But Louise had more to worry about than her neighbors' stares as she trudged back inside the wrong house, in the wrong neighborhood.

Anna was still missing.

Anna was Louise's everything.

Anna helped Louise through the trecherous sea known as puberty. Anna was sometimes Louise's sole supporter, one single wavering candle in a cave full of demons that lashed at her with bared teeth and leather skin. But as of today there was one less monster, and her name was Griffin, or so Louise dreamed.

Louise searched the house one more time, there was no trace of Anna.

Tears burned the rims of her eyes and panic rumbled inside of her gut. She would have to call her in as missing, it had already been days. Who knows where Anna had gone? Who knows what had happened. 

Mom would never just... Louise swallowed nervously... leave me

But was that denial, or is it Louise making a feeble attempt of mental mending? 

Louise slowly pulled the cold smooth metal from her back pocket. Her familiar object that she held close to her person at all times, which now felt foreign. The whole concept of a cellphone was weird wasn't it?

Focus

She unlocked the phone and tapped in the three numbers which were always drilled into her head since the pre-k. She held the device up to her ear and listened to the phone ring. 

Louise ran through what she would say, "hello, I'm new in---"

"Hi, I'm Louise Henderson, I need your help--"

"MY MOM IS--"

None of those, that won't work. Louise fisted her hair into her free hand. Frustration riddled her bones. This was but another situation of confrontation.

Not exactly her best suit.

"Edgewood Police Station, please state your emergency please"

Louise gulped and began with the most false confidence she could muster, "Hello." Louise tried to continue but words escaped her. The hopelessness of her situation was unevitable and filled her with anxiety. But for Anna's sake she knew she must continue. "Hello, My name is Louise Henderson and My mother, Anna Henderson has been missing for a few days now."

A smooth monotone voice rang into her ears promptly "How old are you, Louise?"

"Six-teen"

"Alright miss, I will send over an officer to take you down to the station, so we can get this all sorted out. Alright honey?" The calming words glazed over her filling Louise with a gooey warm feeling in her lungs.

Just like Aidan had done. Shivers ran through her at the thought of his low husky voice at the back of neck.

"Alright, sweetie?" The dispatcher's voice brought her back into the moment with a jolt.

"Yes ma'am", she hurried.

Louise sat hushed in the wrong living room with her legs tightly crossed, her hands tucked into her arm pits awkwardly awaiting more confrontation