Distraught was one word to describe my current state. I was sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed, absentmindedly twisting a loose thread on my comforter. It was a gloomy night, the only light illuminating my bedroom was my lamp by my bed. It was like the weather knew Elle was missing.
Throughout last night, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Even now, I couldn't stop thinking about her. It had been around two days since anyone had heard from her or seen her. No calls, no texts, no social media posts - nothing. Any true crime enthusiast knows that after 48 hours the chance of the victim being alive is near to none. I am a true crime enthusiast. I know this fact, but I didn't want to. Not now.
The police know nothing except that I was the last one to see her alive. Other than that, no leads, no clues, just silence. It was suffocating. I replayed our last conversation over and over, trying to extract some hidden meaning, some clue that I had missed. There was nothing out of the ordinary; it was a normal conversation we would have.
How could someone just disappear so easily, leaving no trace? Did she want to disappear? Is she in trouble? I stood up, pacing my room. More questions flowed into my thoughts. What if Elle was taken by someone? What if she's hurt? What if she's dead? I shook my head, pushing those thoughts away. Elle would put up a fight. She would fight. She would survive. A soft, muted sound of my phone buzzing brought me back to my bed.
Flo Bo :)
have you heard anything about elle?
Clementine
nothing new. have you heard anything?
Flo Bo :)
no. i don't know how this could happen. i don't know why this would happen.
Clementine
ya, it is crazy. the police came by yesterday
Flo Bo :)
what did you tell them?
Clementine
just what happened before.
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I sat back down on the bed, placing my phone on my nightstand. Closing my eyes, I thought about all of our memories. She spent hours in this room; it is practically her room as much as it is mine. Suddenly, my phone buzzed again. The sound was expected but at the same time, it startled me, jolting me out of my thoughts. I quickly grabbed the device from the nightstand. It was a message - an unknown number.
My heart leapt into her throat as I opened it. Could it be her?
Unknown
Meet me behind the university football field. Come alone. Don't tell the police or your parents. If you tell anyone, I'll kill Elle. Leave the phone.
I stared at the message, reading it over and over again, my pulse quickening every time. The words were cryptic, unsettling. My first instinct was to ignore it. It could be a prank. Everyone knew about Elle's disappearance, and everyone knew how close we were. This could be a sick person trying to get attention. But the person mentioned Elle. Based on the message, she's still alive. What if she isn't? What if this is a trap?
My thumb hovered over the phone screen. Should I respond? Should I even go? A thousand questions buzzed my mind. My gut told me to stay, but my heart was telling me to go. What if Elle is there? What if she needs help? If I went, I couldn't go alone. But if I told anyone, the person would kill her. I could tell Florence, she can keep a secret. I looked down at my phone, typing my last message before setting my phone down.
Unknown
Meet me behind the university football field. Come alone. Don't tell the police or your parents. If you tell anyone, I'll kill Elle. Leave the phone.
Clementine
I'm on my way
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Twisted - JJK
FanfictionTo her, he's a narcissist, annoying - a friend of a friend. It wasn't until recently that she started to notice him, but even then, he was still just a friend. But in Jungkook's mind, Clementine is his only desire, and nothing will get in his way...
