The Fifteen

Chapter 8: Kidnapped And Taken To Hell

Adam's POV:

It's like I was kidnapped and taken to hell.

Illa's gone.

She's gone.

Gone.

I can't even process it.

I never knew pain could feel this bad.

Oh Illa, what have you done to me?

She didn't leave anything, apart from a few of her shirts. I pick them up and smell the clothes. A grin spreads across my face, it's funny how something that isn't mine, can smell so homely. So nice. So Illa. Okay, stop being creepy Adam.

"Illa." I walk around the room, thinking this is some sick joke.

"Illa, where are you?" I ask the wall, seeing as it is my only friend.

"Oh, Illa-" My phone beeps, signalling a call. I huff in annoyance, glancing at the ID.

"Heya Renee," I don't feel like talking. So instead, I grab a pencil and pour out my ideas for a ton of new books.

'A kid dies, he is born again as an orphan, he remembers his past life and the transformation from one body to another. The art of reincarnation.' My cursive stringed together by an ink rope.

'A forgetful woman takes a pill to help her remember. But the pill instead of giving her mermories, it gives her a biological advantage to time travel. But when the past is altered in an unfixable way, she answers the call for help.'

'A girl named Roseana moves to Michigan, after taking on a full time job in the U.S. She is interviewed by a 'gorgeous' guy and he soon becomes her lover. Then he cheats on her with her boss. Sequel about when she finds out and more.'

'Penni is a preteen with the dream of changing the world. Fast forward-'

"Hey Adam. So, now?"

"Huh?"

"Should I pick up Illa now?" I keep writing. My creative juices are overloading, I wish Renee would let me finish. I may sound like a whiny bitch but writing block is the worst. Apart from losing Illa, that is number one.

"Uh..no?" I answer in a more questioning manner.

"What do you mean? Are you- OMG!"

"What?" I'm so confused right now. I run a hand through my disheveled hair.

"Did I disrupt you guys? OMG! I'm so sorry, sorry. Sorry, can I call back later? I'll call back later, yeah. Okay, well...um...haha..again I'm so sorry. Tell Illa I'm so sorry. Anyways bye!" I rub my neck, no sure what to say. Renee hangs up, not wasting anytime on a waiting reply.

Did she disrupt us?  What does that even mean? Renee is so weird but she's Illa's friend and I'm not here to judge.

Illa.

That name again. I can't get her out of my head and it's killing me. I'm missing the sweet sound of her angelic voice, innocent yet decieveing. It is a marvellous combonation of the two. A scientific artifact of vocal chords.

The slience is unbearable, so I walk to the park.

"Smile, the-"

Quickly, I change the song from Mikky Ekko's Smile to the next song. It reminds me too much of Illa.

"I'm at a payphone trying to call home-"

Nope.

I flick through the playlist, ranging from 'The Real Slim Shady-Eminem' to an old hippie song, 'For What It's What - Buffalo Springfield', before realising that the clouds were closing in, sunlight was getting dimmer by the minute and I run to a nearby shelter, lungs burning.