Found by Dan and Phil

Thoughts

Dear god...it's been over 6 months since I last updated this story...I'M SORRY EHHH

For the past few days I've been like "okay, do I do art, write songs, or write phanfiction.." then I proceed to literally lie on the floor and refresh my social media for two hours, then before I know it I'm exhausted and need to sleep, and the cycle begins again..

ANYWAY HERE'S THE STORY

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Melanie's POV

I woke up the next morning  due to the sound of a passing ambulance. Olive was still asleep, so I carefully rolled myself over to check the time. It read 9:43. Back at home, this is the time that I usually would wake up, but I would stay in bed for another 2 hours and just think. I decided to stay in bed until Olive got up, and until she did, I was just going to think.

What if only one of us had been kidnapped, would the kidnapped one still be alive. If I had been the one that was taken, I don't think I would be found alive. I wouldn't eat, partially because I'm picky, and partially because I don't have anyone to keep me going. I probably would have been hit even more for not eating, and eventually, all the blows would have killed me.

Right now, I have Olive. She is what made me keep eating, I didn't want anything to happen to me, because I didn't want to leave her by herself.

If I didn't die because of that, then maybe I would have tried to escape, like Olive and I did. But I'm too clumsy, and would have just gotten myself and Beverly killed.

How did those other girls get there? I never heard them speak, were they kidnapped  in another country as well? How did they die? I know I'll never find out now that he's dead but..I can't help but to wonder. 

I'm sure Beverly knew. She told us that she was the first person to be taken by him, so she was there when they arrived, and was there when they died.

She never told us how they died, and we never asked, but I know that whatever had happened must not have been so terrible that she didn't want to remember.

She doesn't have to remember anymore. She's free. Not in the way that I wanted though. At least he can't haunt her, because I know that she's up there in heaven, and that he's rotting in hell. I just wish that she was still here with us. She could be with her parents in her own home in Manchester. I wish we had known her address, or what her parents looked like. Maybe we would have been able to contact them, so that they know that she survived for a long time. They wouldn't have to wonder whether or not their child was still living. They'd be put at peace in a way. They would know where she is. 

At home, when I would think, I wouldn't let myself think about things like this. I tried to avoid the subject of fear, or sadness. Now it's all I can think of. I miss my friends, I miss my teachers, I miss my mom and my sister, I miss my bed and my own walls, I miss my old life.

Back at home, I would fantasize about meeting Dan and Phil, but then would remember that I probably wouldn't ever meet them. I have now, but I wish that I hadn't met them like this. I wanted to be dressed in pretty clothes, and wanted my hair to be clean. Instead, my first impression of them was me asleep on a park bench, in clothes that I had been wearing for a month that had only been washed a few times, with dirty hair. My pants had holes in them, and you could see my cuts and bruises through the holes, the area around my eye was bruised, and I had a huge mark on my neck. 

I underestimated my life at home. There I was, being upset because of the stupidest things, like my sister singing too loud, or having to get up early to go to school, or having to do my homework. I would do anything to be able to hear my sister sing now, or go to school. I miss being the average kid.

I wonder how my friends are being affected by this. Assuming they all know what's happened, did they cry when they found out, or were they just numb? If they did cry, do they still cry now just thinking about it? Are they worried? When they go to church, do they pray that we're okay? I know that there's a few kids that don't like me or Olive. If they know, how did they react? Did they cry? Did they even care? There's this one girl named Carlie that doesn't like me or Olive, but Olive shares a friend with her. If Olive's friend cried, and Carlie saw and knew the cause of her tears, how would she react? Would she cry just seeing her unhappy, or would she comfort her and pretend that she cared about us, even when she couldn't care less?

I don't want to think about how my mother is feeling right now. I'm her only biological child, my older sister is her step kid, and although she loves her, she always told me that she loved me even more, and that she never wanted to lose me, but now she has. 

I bet she's beating herself up over the fact that she changed her number. She knew that I've had her old number memorized since I was five years old, and I bet she hates herself for changing it now.

I feel Olive begin to move next to me. I look over at her, and she's got her eyes open, and she's staring at the ceiling.

"What're you doing?" I ask.

"Thinking."

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my gOODNESS I had a slight crisis while writing this, because some of the parts are kind of true, because I actually stay in bed staring at the ceiling and I just think for an hour or so. I literally think about how my friends and family and enemies would feel if I died, so at some points while writing this I would just kind of stop for a few seconds and take a breather..

on a lighter note i have the superwhy theme song stuck in my head.

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