What do you think Zayn did with the necklace?
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Another cold winter morning and I hear that small familiar voice calling out my name.
"If you keep waking me up we're going to have a problem." I spoke audible enough for her to hear through the pillow.
"I'm sorry but wake up please. I'm scared." She whined in fear.
"What are you scared of?"
"Someone is throwning things at the window. I think its a ghost."
"Kenzie there's no such things as ghost." I laughed through the answer at her silliness.
Her sentence replayed in my head again once more and I realized I missed a part.
Someone is throwing things at the window.
I quickly got out of bed and ran over to my balcony and looked down.
The air was dry my breath formed fogged as I breathed in and out.
No one was there; that was a relief.
I quickly ran out of the cold air and back into my room, I made sure I locked every single window in my room.
I kicked Mackenzie out of my room and I headed for the shower. I haven't fully showered since the night of the accident.
I stood in front of the mirror and I felt naked, I was missing something. I admired myself closely I didnt feel like Kylie nor did I look like the original one. I felt diffrent, I felt sad. No, I was sad.
Too much had happened in the last few days and its only been one major event so far but somethings telling me there's more to come and I wasnt ready for that.
Something drew me away from my thoughts when I realized my collar bones were empty.
Then it hit me. My necklace was gone.
No. This can't be happening.
"This is a dream, and in about ten seconds I will open my eyes and I'll be in bed with Mackenzie besides me." I tried to convince myself that this will be over as soon as I wake up.
I counted to ten and on that last number I slowly opened my eyes to see my sadden self with no necklace.
I can't loose my necklace, its like loosing a part of me. A part of me that was long gone and the only thing that kept us together was that necklace.
My grandmother had given me that necklace -with a matching bracelet- when I was eight I never took neither of them off, nothing ever happened to it untill now.
That necklace met so much to me now my grandma had passed away, and she told me that each time I missed her the necklace was a link connecting me to her. She told me each time I felt un-safe and scared to hold on to the necklace and she'd sent angels down to protect me.
As cliché as that sounds I believed her, it was true, it were as if that necklace was magical. I'd always turn to the necklace when I had no one.
Now it was one of those times when I really need the necklace.
"...But it was gone." I chocked out the words to myself and I saw a waterfall of tears poor out of my eyes.
My life is over.
I ran to my bedroom and cried my eyes out. That small piece of jewlery met so much to me - it actually was more than just a piece of me, that necklace had become a part of me, a part of me that I didn't want to lose but today was the day.
"Kylie? Are you okay? Why are you crying?" The voice got closer and closer and closer then sat on my bed.
Just by the obvious questions I could tell its my mom speaking.
I couldn't find the words to say, I was crying too much to form any gramatical english words.
"My n-necklace." was all I was able to say before I had to pause and catch my breath. "...its gone."
As those words leave my mouth I felt myself crying hader.
"Did you missplaced it?" She asked putting me into a comforting hug.
"No I haven't taken it off ever since I got it, I remember me holding it last night when I prayed for dad to get better." Afer that I was shaking and coughing uncontrolably, I needed air it felt like the walls have closed in on me.
My coughing speed as increased and it felt as if I was going to cough up my organs.
"Kylie calm down, you're going to have an asthmatic attack."
But I couldn't calm down, I was shattered into pieces. My world came crashind down on me.
All I wanted was my necklace back. Thats all I asked for.
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