Forever Lost

Chapter 2

The next morning everyone was searching for her. Policeman knocked on every door, dogs searched the woods with groups of hunters.

Everyone was searching and keeping an eye out but a month later still no one has any leads.

The press and news part of the whole thing has slowed down quite a bit.

They ended up calling her just

"Another anxty teen trying to get away from her upper-middle class life."

But everyday I worry about her.

Wondering where she is..What she's doing...if she's okay.

I look down to see the milk pouring over the sides of my cereal bowl.

I sigh and put the milk away feeling to drained to do anything about the spill. The alarm on my phone keeps ringing and ringing.

I don't know why it still trys. Like it knows I'll never care about it but time and time again it tells me that I need to leave.

I wish, I was as confident as my alarm clock.

Because even when I know that no one is happy to hear me I would just keep ringing.

I'm more like an alarm that's been thrown across the room one to many times.

Wanting to ring, but too beaten up to do it.

Finally I have to get to school and suffer through another 6 classes (not including lunch though it should be considered as one since its just as long and boring).

My locker door slams shut just as I'm getting my books for Calculus.

I blankly stared at the idiotic douche of my school, Chuck Mandre.

"Was' up man? Yeah still as lame as always?"

Continue blank stare.

"I'm glad because I need you to do something for me, see Mindy Porter over there yeah I need you to make her sleep with me. Got it faggot?"

I just stared at his dumb acne covered face and walked twoard my class.

He grabbed my shoulder pulling me back.

Right as I turned around my fist connected with his nose ending in a cringe worthy crunch.

A/N: Haha try saying that 10 times fast. *cricket noise* nobody just me? Okay then.

I just kept walking listening to Chuck howl in pain.

I don't have time to deal with dumb little assholes like him.

My mind is always too occupied by the same thought.

Where is she?

God I love her so much and I've barely even spoke to her.

So enraptured in my love for a hot missing girl that will probably never happen, I run into the door to my class resulting in number of laughs from my other class mates.

Oh, "Bad boy runs into door" big deal.

It's almost as interesting as the story, "Gorilla sleeps for the 1,345 time"

But at my high school obviously they can't leave it at that.

The "news" traveled around school that I was so clumsy that I walked into the door.

It's not even news!!

I got more comments about that incident today then I've been spoken to ever.

Well that might be a bit extreme but it sure as hell was a lot.

Maybe if the spent more time doing something useful then spread stupid shit that isn't even interesting, Hannah would be here right now instead of dead or where ever she is.

By the end of the school day I was even more drained then this morning.

I rode the subway home, making sure to creep out the old couple on the bus with my half dead/half asleep stare.

They got off what looked like a few stops before their actual stop and I got a free seat.

Go me!

The lock on my apartment door does more than stick it's like a full on dance just trying to open it.

So after ten minutes and six different stretch sessions, I finally flopped down on Mason and I's super extra comfy couch, and fell asleep to the melodic voice of the news cast lady.

I woke up to the doorbell ringing.

I checked my phone and it was 2:38 in the morning what could they possibly want at the time.

But soon the aggressive doorbell ringing turned into even more aggressive pounds on the door.

"Goddamn.." I mumbled getting up from my super comfy position on the super comfy couch I love so dearly.

Wadling to the door cause my leg fell asleep while I was napping.

I fling the door open ready to kill the person who awoke sleeping beauty (myself).

Only to find the thing I've been wishing for everyday for the past month standing outside my door with a suitcase and mascara trailing down her face.

Hannah looked at me with the saddest eyes, sadder than a begging puppy.

"Ca-can I-I stay he-here for th-the night?"

Me and my brain being the great person we are said,

"Let me get back to you on that.."

Shutting the door leaving, the very surprised girl we love on the other side.