September 29 2019
I wake to my phone ringing. 8am. Something must be important. There was no caller ID. That's weird.
I answered the phone.
"Hello, I'm sorry this is early is this Isabella Hunter?"A man on the end of the phone spoke softly. His voice sounded comforting putting me on ease.
I hesitated. "Yes, Bella, please. I'm sorry but who is this?" My heart begins to pound. My stomach craving caffeine.
" Ok, Bella. You may want to sit down" I mumble a response that I'm already sat down.
"Who are you?" I cry my voice getting more desperate for answers. Who is this strange man? What's going on? My head pounds. I tangle my fingers in my hair, trying to relax myself.
A tear strolls down my cheek as my heart beats faster.
"Bella, I'm Detective Millar. I need you to identify a body. We believe that it belongs to Finlay Elliot".
Finn.
My body screams. I clutch my knees desperate for Finn to comfort me.
"Finn... What happened?" I whimper, trying to hold back my flood of tears. "What about his parents? Why me? I haven't spoken to him in 10 years."
"Miss Hunter, can you come to the station? I will explain everything."
I nod. Subsequently realising that the detective cannot see me so I mutter a quiet yes.
I immediately hang up, tears flowing from me like a river.
Finn.
I place all of my weight onto my bedside table, attempting to get up. I drag my heart from the floor, passing a photo frame with a picture of Finn and me in secondary school. His blonde hair messy like it always was. His eyes a muddy brown colour. He doesn't bother to look at the camera but looks at me. A smile beamed on his face. He had a habit of doing this. He said that he would always have the biggest smile on his face if he was looking at me. I had blushed, giving a red glow to my face as I smiled at the camera. It was a windy day, hair strands blew all over my face. But somehow this picture ended up perfect. A perfect mess. That's what Finn would say.
My tears return. I clutch the photo frame.
The shards of glass cover the floor. Anger fills me. It was all my fault.
I moved away to protect him.
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