They won't give me any information.
I've tried calling, I've tried physically walking to her house, but no one seems to know where Jess is. When I walked over there the first time, I could have sworn someone was home. There was a light on, but I know her all too well. It wasn't the light in her bedroom.
Why hasn't she tried to contact me at least once? Worrying like this can't be good for your health.
I've driven to the police station and reported her missing. But they already knew. How could they already know?
Weird, messed up things have been happening. Especially Bayley. When I'd be opening my locker, she'd just show up, scaring the living shiz out of me. Then she'd say the most messed up thing.
"Hey. Walk with me?"
Every day.
Every stinking day.
In between periods, during lunch, after school, over text message. It doesn't matter. It's always the same thing. Doesn't she know that I'm taken? Besides, Bayley isn't even my type. She's.... for lack of better words... a spaz.
And it's the weirdest thing, too, because every day after Jess disappeared, I would ask Bayley as soon as I got to school whether or not she'd heard anything from Jess. Whenever I'd ask her, she winces. Winces.
I think she even tried to kiss me, too. I was waiting for the bus - I just clicked off the third day she'd gone missing - and Bayley just leaned in. I must have given her the most horrified and disgusted look ever because she frowned and leaned back before things got too complicated. What is she doing? I don't know what's happening anymore. Everything's so...fuzzy. I don't even remember the last time I saw Jess.
I shift positions on my bed, pressing my fingers to my temples and letting out a long, anguished sigh. My head is throbbing and I just - agh!
My hands find the nearest object, my math book, and before I can regret it, I throw it across the room against a wall. Hard. A loud boom erupts from it and papers tucked inside are now set free, fluttering to the ground. I run a shaking hand through my hair and I sit there for a few minutes, stunned into silence once again.
Was it me? Is she gone because of me? I don't recall treating her badly... so why would she leave without at least giving me a clue about where she was headed? The last time I called her - it seems like such a long time ago - she seemed her normal, sarcastic self. But everything after that is blurred.
Everything after that is blurred.
Everything.
After that.
Blurred.
Oh my God.
My thoughts are cut off by a knock on my bedroom door.
"Everything okay in there, J?"
Dad.
"No, actually." I call out, picking myself up off my bed and carrying myself over to the door. I swing it open, suddenly filled with anger by how comfortable and content he seems right now, whilst I have to deal with the pain of losing something I love more than anything.
"Why? What's wrong?" My dad leans against the doorframe, his eyes studying me through small circular glasses (Harry Potter glasses, Jess calls them).
"Well, if you haven't noticed, my girlfriend has gone missing, I have no idea where she went, and I think it could be my fault." I say, my voice rising as I explain. He should know this... he's my father. Doesn't he pay any attention to me? Apparently not.
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