Revealed

62. Melissa

I'm freaking out. I've been freaking out for the last few days. I actually gave Stella a concussion. It wasn't a dream. It was real.

I have splashed my face with water, squeezed my eyes tightly, and pinched myself in hopes of waking up from this terrible dream so many times, but it's just no use.

I've been hiding in my parents beach house out of town for about a day now. I left my cell phone back at home so no one would have been able to track me.

I have enough food and water to handle the next week or two with no complications. I don't even know if the police are looking for me or anything. I have been too afraid to touch any electronic devices. I'm pretty sure the authorities can track signals from where I am, especially when the house has not been rented out to anyone recently.

I spend most of my time in a closet in the master bedroom. Darkness fills the concealed room. I cry. What is happening to me?

One month ago, I was eating ice cream with my two closest friends in the world and having four hour voice calls in the middle of the night. We were unbreakable. Studying for quizzes and shopping. Trying out new things none of us would have been able to do without the other.
And now, here I am hiding from some people who might not even really be looking for me. One of my best friends kidnapped and probably dead by now, and the other in the hospital, with a concussion, because of me. I didn't take time to think of the consequences before acting. My life has flipped. And it's all because of that stupid guy who took Solie. I swear, if I ever see him again, I will make him regret what he did and how he contributed to the separation of me and my friends.