The Silent observer

-22-

I had a great day with Kristy, we spend hours at the hut after school.

It finally felt like we were like kind of back togehter, or at least, our friendship was more stable than what happened before. It's been a few months now as well so we really got along well.

I was walking into my room, threw my bag onto the floor beside my wooden closet and fell into bed.

It was Alredy pretty damn late so I slipped out off my shoes, kicked them to she side and dragged myself to the bathroom while yawning and strechting my arms up.

I looked at myself in the mirror, fiddled with my hair a bit and padded my undereye with my finger. Didn't have a lot of dark circles anymore which made me kinda happy.

But what didn't make me happy was what I saw as I looked up on the ceiling.

My heart stopped for a second and I felt like it actually skipped a few beats.

I let the toothbrush fall into the sink without hesitating and immediately climbed up onto the toilet to reach up the wall.

My hands were shaky and I Hecticly tried to find what I was looking for under the layer of dust in the ceiling.
I searched in all the corners, even went way far back to see if I might have pushed the book further back.

Nothing.
I took my hand back and looked at my shaky hands and my fingertips full of dust and the spiderwebs wrapped around them.

Somebody took what's dearest to me.

....

I ran back into my bedroom and grabbed a flashlight to double check.

No, nothing.

Okay, don't panick, we've Alredy planned this through.

If you lost the book.... no.. what? I wouldn't have just lost it I know I've put it back there the last time.

I know I've put it back.

So someone took it.
And I swear if I find that one...