The Missing

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Gabby's POV

~Flashback to age 10~

It's been 25 days, 4 hours, and 18, minutes since Cameron so called "ran away". Everyone is still caught up in the idea that he ran away.Why would he run away if he had a loving family and a best friend that loved him more than anything? Has anyone stopped and thought about that?

Cameron was always so mysterious so it's hard to think about what actually happened.

I should have just listened and payed attention to everything he did that night. I usually can read him like a book. But something about that night, that had his mind in a different world was off about him. His movements were strange, his voice was lower than usual, the way he was standing so hunched back, he was playing with his hands pealing off the dead skin, but most importantly his golden brown eyes didn't have that same spark in them. They were droopy like he had been up all night solving a murder mystery.

What's happening right now is nothing. No one is doing anything to solve the matter at hand. Cameron is missing! They are acting like nothing even happened. His parents aren't even acting like anything happened. It's pathetic, they all discuss me.

I've been sitting in my room staring at the window in hopes that Cameron will come back. I sit here contemplating a million possibilities what he would look like when he comes back. I don't come out. I won't come out till he's back.

My mother comes in often to check up on me and bring food. I don't eat or anything. I just stay put. And that's what I've been doing for the last 25, days, 4 hours, and 22 minutes. I don't plan on moving this spot ever.

~End of flashback~

Those days were really hard for me. I wouldn't eat or sleep. I just sat in that same spot facing the window. I got skinnier and I became different. I hated listening to people say "Gabby you look so different" it's because I am different. I didn't talk to anyone. Sometimes I would just read books to kill time, rather than that I didn't move from that spot.

I would fake fevers to try and get out of school. It worked until my mom finally took me to the hospital and they told her nothing was really wrong with me. But there was something wrong with me.

A couple months later and it was always the same thing. Wake up, school, come home, window.
That kept happening until my mom decided to take me to therapy.

I got enlisted with depression. Still to this day I think it's remotely stupid.

~Flashback to age 11~

"Gabby you have to take your pills! Your anxiety is getting worst!" My mom has been in my room constantly trying to make me take my depression pills. If I said I wasn't going to take them yesterday then what makes you think I'm going to take it today?!

I can't take them. My Doctor described them to me and said it will help with it but, it makes it worst. I hallucinate all the time and wake up sweaty and hot. I have dreams that Cameron and me are playing outside or on our tree house. Then I wake up and he isn't here. It's always the same dreams.

I ignored her like I've been doing for the last 7 minutes reading the dictionary I have in my hands out loud. I've read all the books in my room so this was the only thing.