When the feeling comes back I just ask myself: Is it even real?
The effects if broken-heart-ness had taken it's toll on my body in a matter of minutes. My eyes could no longer produce tears, my brain couldn't process diction, and my voice couldn't form words. Harry sped to his flat while on the phone with people, but I couldn't bother to listen. Eavesdropping couldn't erase the horrible sight I just saw.
As we reached Harry's apartment I went for the couch. I sat down and stared at the floor while Harry finished up his conversation, which I guess was with Massey.
"Yea, we're here. Just walk in when you're here." He paused for a second to hear Massey speak on the other end. Harry glanced over at me, a mess, and looked away quickly. "Not well." He answered under his breath.
I felt tears cascading down my cheeks once again. They were uncontrollable, which is obviously expected in a situation like this.
Massey walked through the doors and looked at me. He slowly walked over to me, sympathy on his face.
"Has...Danica been showing signs of suicide, Brin?" He asked in the most careful way possible, but that was impossible.
A sob left my mouth as her name left his lips. I covered my face to try and cover the sadness escaping my body. I couldn't help it anymore.
I felt arms around me. They weren't Harry's, but Massey's. I was fragile, and although nothing could possibly make me feel better, that did seem to fix a speck of every broken part inside of me at the moment. I hugged him back and cried on his shoulder until my eyes didn't know what tears were.
I wiped under my eyes and tried to form some sort of answer to Massey's earlier question. "N-No. Never." I let out a shaky sigh, sniffing from the tears. "We talked earlier today, Massey. She was telling me about how happy she was and how she couldn't wait to see me. She was looking forward to something." I looked up at the ceiling, not believing that this was actually happening. Not to me.
"Danica is not suicidal. Danica is the happiest person you would ever meet. Danica can light up a pitch black room. She can tell me anything, and if she was upset about something, she would have told me." I whimpered uncontrollably. "Something is not right here."
Massey turned to look at Harry, who was listening from the kitchen. The eye contact the made made it obvious that they had an idea if what happened.
"What do you know?" My question was directed at both of them.
Massey turned back to me, sorrow in his eyes. "We think the salvs had something to do with this, Brin. I think they...hurt her and made it look like a suicide." He tried to tell me, while also trying to not shatter me into pieces again. "I'm just wondering how they targeted her-"
"Wait, Brin," Harry started, after a brief thinking session in the kitchen by himself. "You said you called Danica from your phone?"
I nodded, having no idea why this had anything to do with my phone call.
"Where is your phone?" He nearly sprinted towards me. I reached into my back pocket and pulled it out, handing it to him. He looked at it for a split second, then threw it onto the marble floor with all his strength. The iPhone glass shattered everywhere, and my phone was completely ruined.
"What the fuck, Harry!" I stood up, walking over to my broken phone and looking at all the pieces.
"They must've tracked her through your phone." Harry said, rushing over to the stairs. "And if they've already targeted her, then we're next. Go to your room and grab as much as you can."
