Found (Sequal to Hidden)

Grenade

--- Six Months Later ---

"Ready for your first day back?" Emma asks from my bathroom door as I hurriedly apply mascara.

"Obviously not." I gesture across the bathroom counter at the messy array of makeup products littering the counter, tipped over in my haste to get ready for my first day of school in three years.

"I didn't mean it that way and you know it." Emma picks up a nude tube on concealer and toys with it, eyeing me in the mirror.

"I'm excited to be going back to a real school finally, but don't like the circumstances that led to it. Happy?" I use my thumb to rub at the black streak below my eyebrow I had made when my clumsy hand had accidentally swiped too close to my skin. "Where are you headed off to next?"

Emma hops onto the bathroom counter and swings her legs back and forth. "I'm thinking France."

"France? Do you even speak French?" As I run a brush through my hair I stare at it's natural color now that it has been stripped of the dye.

"I took a class a few years back, besides the French boys would love to help a damsel in distress I'm sure." Emma rips a corner of my toast off that is sitting on the counter beside me.

"Hey! Hands off my breakfast!" I smack Emma's arm with my brush and then set it on the counter so that my hands are free to braid my hair back.

"Ya know." Emma begins still ripping off chunks of what used to be my breakfast. "If you really wanted to get close to Harry you could always audition for that movie."

"What movie?"

"The one that they're making about your life. It's supposed to be like some documentary or something. Didn't Mom tell you?"

"No, why would they make a documentary about me? My life wasn't THAT interesting."

"It's not entirely about you. More or less it's about your relationship with Harry." Emma finishes off the last bit off toast and wipes her hands on her black skinny jeans. "How did you not know? It's literally everywhere."

"Well considering that I've been under lockdown almost completely for the last few months I haven't exactly been keeping track of the latest celebrity news." I tie off the end of my braid with a white elastic.

Ever since my Mom found out that Emma and I had switched places for the funeral she had locked me down and only allowed me to leave the house unless it was completely necessary. My internet restrictions limited me to only iTunes and downloadable eBook sites.

"You used to watch E! News all of the time. What happened to that?" Emma follows me out of the bathroom into my bedroom.

"You know what happened and I'm not exactly in the mood to talk about it." I tell her picking up my book bag off of my bed.

"Hey, it's not my fault your boyfriend went all crazy." Emma says and I cringe.

"Emma, please. Not right now." I plead heading out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen to make myself ANOTHER piece of toast.

"I mean did you see what he did last night? I can understand all of the drinking, but getting into a fight like that is ju-"

"Emma!" I grab my twin by the shoulders and shake her. "Please, stop!"

"Okay, okay!" She holds her hands up in surrender and I let her go.

I back up against the fridge and tip my head back. "Sorry, it's just I-"

"Abs, it's alright. I get it." Emma untwists the packaging around the bread and pulls out two slices.

"I'm so scared." I tell her, breaking down and sliding down to the linoleum floor. "I'm so scared for him."