Find You

Where are the clothes?

       Once Danielle was done with everything in the bathroom, she made her way into the kitchen. Stopping next to the pantry for Doritos. The spicy kind that made your mouth burn after just a few. She grabbed the whole bag, not bothering to pour some into a separate bowl because she knew without a doubt she would probably eat the entire bag in her groggy state.
    
        She made her way towards the living room, cradling the bag of chips as if it was her own child. She took notice of the gigantic portrait of Phyllis on the wall. It had always been there, but today something about it made Danielle stop dead in her tracks. It seemed different....yet the exact same. Danielle shrugged. She always knew that Mrs. Bonette loved her daughter the most out of all her possessions, even though she found the unnecessary large portrait in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see was a tad bit creepy, it was endearing nonetheless. Danielle smiled softly once again. She loved the photo, mainly because it wasn't taken by a professional photographer, but by Danielle herself. It was a perfect day to do so. It was almost sundown, so the gorgeous golden light glowed perfectly on Phyllis face, highlighting every detail. Something seemed so wrong though, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
  
        She was sat promptly on the couch, legs crossed in a neat fashion. Sib, the Dalmatian, laying on the floor and chewing a rope toy. The T.V. was on showing some random people that Danielle didn't recognize. She tried to focus on what they were saying, but she just couldn't. Then it dawned on her.

       Danielle rushed up the steps in a hurry, ditching her Doritos and sprinting all the way to Phyllis' bedroom. Once Danielle was inside the room she walked straight up to the closet doors and, without hesitation this time, flung them wide open. She shot her eyes directly to the bare and naked mannequin. Phyllis was supposedly 'kidnapped' during the night according to the police. Phyllis would have put her outfit for the next day on it as she always had, everyday without fail. That meant that Phyllis was wearing it already. That meant she wasn't kidnapped.

So sorry that I've been taking so long to write. I know this part is a bit boring and short, but it's all I had for now...

I'm going to be writing another story soon to, so no one gets bored waiting for this one :)