Galaxy Shoes

Prologue

"Where are they?" I rummaged through the pile of clothes and various objects displayed in the middle of the living room floor.

My hands shook slightly with each article of clothing I threw out of my way. My eyes watered over as I rose from my stiff knees and jogged into my bedroom once more.

I threw open my closet doors and pulled out every pair of shoes I saw. I bit my lip in frustration as I peered into every crook and cranny of my wardrobe. After a mere twenty minutes of ruining my bedroom, I collapsed onto my messy bed.

I curled into a fetal position, trying my best to cherish the material underneath me. The plush, purple quilt felt like a cloud against my skin, yet I couldn't recall any memory where I was more uncomfortable than that moment. My heart raced and slammed against my ribcage, my throat felt rough and dry, and it took every muscle in my face to not let the tears drown me.

I sniffled and sat up, coming to terms with reality: My favorite pair of blue, galaxy shoes was gone. I sighed deeply, immediately noticing all the stress, sorrow, and frustration behind the barely audible noise. I slowly rose from my bed; the mental pain could be felt in my spine as I stood up.

I silently trudged into the living room with tears staining my red cheeks. Being miles away from my family made the situation even harder. There was no one in my lonely apartment to comfort me during my dilemma.

"Wait!" I cried.

I jogged over to my phone that I threw onto the sofa earlier. I quickly dialed the number I knew by heart and tapped my foot in anticipation as the ringing continuously tingled in my ear.

"Hello?" His sleepy voice was exactly what I expected at one o' clock on a Saturday.

"Hey, Liam. Can you come over? I kind of need your help with something." I bit my lip.

"Sure," He paused, "Were you crying? You sound stuffy."

I froze, trying my best to steady my breath and voice. "No, it must be the connection. Please, come over as soon as you can."

I quickly ended the call and took a deep breath. I glanced towards the pile of clothes covering my furniture and floor.

"Better sort those..." I muttered.

An hour later, Liam exited my bedroom. I was seated silently on the sofa, staring at the television blankly.

"Well, you're right. They're gone." He sighed and rubbed his neck.

"I know they're gone, Liam. The question is 'where did they go?'" I rubbed my face and cringed at how sore my eyes felt.

"Well, what were you doing with all of your clothes, anyway?" He took a seat next to me.

"I was doing my bi-annual donations." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Right. What all did you donate?"

"Some clothes, shoes, old unused books and other stuff."

"Is there any way you accidentally donated your Vans?" He muttered, but I made out the words perfectly.

I immediately sat up with wide eyes.

"Aw, crap!"

Hey, guys! I'm sorry I haven't been on since forever and I'm sorry I took so long to bring you another story. Anyway, please leave a comment, vote and share if you enjoyed the prologue of my new story, Vans Girl. :)