Day 7
Empty roads, yet full. The cars zig zaged across the road but nothing was here. I didn't dare shout her name, that would be the end of me. But I silently checked windows and doors, not leaving any corner unseen.
Day 10
lost was how I felt and how she was. I missed her more than anything, she was the only thing I had left and I wouldn't give up until I found her. She's not gone, not yet. I know she's out there somewhere.
Day 16
Silence was broken by an all familiar groaning hum traveling up the hill, I grabbed my hat and headed through the woods and down the verge. Away from the noise I rested in a half fallen house, waiting for the commotion to pass by like usual. Waited waited waited.
Day 23
I needed to remember her the best I could, every night I begged I'd dream of her but no matter how hard I tried my dreams were only full of dark emptiness. I can't even picture her eyes, even if I'd stared into them a thousand times.
Day 25
I'd sworn I'd seen her, sprinting down the train tracks, hair flying behind her. She had always been faster than anyone I knew. So it must've been her if I couldn't catch up. I'd wanted so badly to call put but the morning dew had clogged up my throat, leaving me with strained cries and croaks.
Day 30
Its harder alone, I thought I could do it. But the lonely pain gets to you after too long. You find yourself going crazy. She finally came to me in a dream, but to tell me that she wasn't going to come to me. That I'd never find her and I'd be searching her out for my entire lifetime.
Day 34
That was it. I pulled out my knife, blood streamimg down the blade. Her horrified eyes watched me. I could barely comprehend my own actions and became blank when I tried to speak. But she broke our silence.
"How could you?"
"He took you away"
"I could've stopped him myself."
"Then why didn't you?"
"I wanted to leave, Carl I had to go."
"You mean..."
"I left you"
Day 37
No one will find me, by then it'll be too late to do anything. Good. That way there'll be no mourning. Just one more unanswered question for the world. What did happen to Chandler Riggs? Well only I will know that. Tomorrow morning he'll go to Atlanta, climb the first scyscraper he sees and do what's right and jump. That way any memories of her will fall with him. That way the pain will end along with his life...
