Finding Her Joy

She's Dead

*A/N- Back at it again. Be careful with this one, TW for violence. You guys are gonna yell at me, and I'm totally ready for it. Pay attention to everything. You dont want to miss anything... Happy reading! Enjoy!

(MIA POV)
I woke with a massive migraine. The room was pitch black, and I couldn't tell what time it was. Empty bottle in my hand. The room was spinning. I wasn't even sure if I was in my bed at first.

I still felt drunk and barely made it out of bed, falling on my way to the bathroom and having to catch myself on the tub. I looked at the clock on the wall, squinting to focus on the numbers.

3:42 am. Wonderful. I couldn't even get through a full night of sleep without her anymore. Even with my old bedtime routine of drinking myself to sleep.

I turned on the light, and it burned my eyes so bad that I had to turn it back off. "Light bad. Need water," I mumbled to myself, slurring my words slightly.

My hand reached for a glass I'd left next to the sink. I must've leaned forward too fast because I fell over and hit my cheek on the side of the sink, landing on the floor. Everything went dark for what I assume was only a few minutes before I woke up on the ground with a massive pain in my eye and cheek.

"Ouch!" I put my hand to my face, and when I pulled it away, there was blood on my fingers. Not a lot, just enough to know I'd scratched it on the corner. "That's gonna bruise."

I rolled my eyes and turned to go back to bed, stumbling the whole way. My head was pounding.

Climbing back under the sheets, I checked my phone to see the time again. "3:48 am. 7 missed calls. 28 messages." Almost all from Charlotte, 2 messages from Autumn, and a phone call from Reecey.

Autumn's messages: "Why is Charlotte asking me where you are?" A few minutes later, she sent, "Do not do what I think you're doing. It will not end up the way you think."

Reecey's voicemail: "Mia, where are you? Char just called freaking out about some note or a boat? I'm not sure. She was talking so fast and crying. What did you do? Call me!"

Bark bark little pup. I get it. I'm awful, I made her cry, and I should go burn in hell for how I left. I couldn't face her. I would never have been able to leave if I told her to her face.

Charlotte's messages were frantic.

A few of her texts: "Mia, where are you?" ... "Please come back. We can talk about this." ... "You're not dangerous, please, just come home. I love you." ... "Amelia, answer me." ... "You must be home. I can't take this anymore. I'm coming to get you."

Part of me wanted for her to show up, but the other part wanted her to stay far away from me. Roger would find out. He would know.

I put my phone down and went back to sleep. I'm not sure how long I was out before a call came through and woke me up. Roger.

"Hello?" I asked, bracing myself for how loud he was bound to be.

"Mia," something felt dark about him, "you'll never guess what I've just found out."

I took a tissue from the bedside table to wipe my cheek, "I don't really care to play a guessing game right now. Just get on with it."

"You've been in contact with your father."

My stomach dropped, "What? I haven't - "

"Don't try and play coy with me. I know you have." He growled, voice dark. "I warned you what would happen if you didn't stop your search."

"Roger, wait. Please!" I begged. I was drunk before, but now felt completely sober. "I didn't! I came back to you!"

He ignored my pleas, "I warned you weeks ago. You should've stopped then." I could feel something dark coming through the screen before he said, "She's already dead." He laughed, "She screamed as I pushed her, falling so hard that I heard her skull hit the pavement."

I shot out of bed, "Roger, no. You're lying. There's no way. Please, I promise I didn't speak to him."

"Such a shame. She was very pretty. You should've listened to me when I warned you the first time. Deals off. I don't want a stupid, evil girl like you. Apparently, nobody does." He laughed again and snapped a picture, sending it to my phone and then saying, "It's funny, I found her trying to sneak out to see you. You weren't there to protect her. I knew you were weak. So I guess you could say it was all your fault."

I opened my messages from him to see a short sequence of dark photographs.

The first one: a birds eye view of a body from the roof of a building. It almost looked like the head office building for the business.

The second one: He was closer to it now. I could see it was a woman, but he was being very careful not to show me her face just yet. Letting me simmer in my thoughts as to who it could've been. Was it Charlotte, or was it my mum? He had access to both of them, and in the dark, I couldn't tell who it was meant to be from the back of their head.

The third, and final one: He'd moved the hair away from her face, getting close enough where I could see all the details of her face. Once I'd realized it was her, I let out a blood curdling scream and fell to my knees.

I dropped my phone in front of me and wrapped my arms around my waist. He was laughing the whole time. Evil, maniacal laughter. Like he was the devil, and I was finally at his mercy in the torture chambers of hell.

I couldn't get anything out for what felt like an eternity. I finally managed to get something out, I begged towards the sky, "Please... take me, not her... Oh, God. Why Charlotte?" I cried and pleaded, "Forgive me... please forgive me..."

Roger spoke up again, "Don't worry, Dearest Amelia," his voice was softer for a moment, "I'm coming for you next."

Then he ended the call.

I stayed on the floor, unable to move. My body stuck to where I fell. I fell over on my side and pulled my knees to my chest. I put my forehead to my knees and just kept begging for it to all have been a dream.

"Please, just let this nightmare end... it's not real... it's not real..."

Was it?