Vanish: Sasha

-»26, Decamp

I closed the door behind me and removed my clothes from my body. For a second, I felt free. I made sure the water was basically boiling as it hit my skin. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to get some dirt and dust that might of gotten caught in it out.

The Day Of The Dead.

She wants me to go to Mexico. This has to be the last clue, because i can't just go to Mexico and hope to find another message. But the thing is, which part of Mexico is the right place to go to? The Day Of The Dead is celebrated all over. When we talked about going, we always spoke about going to Mexico City so hopefully that's where she is. If not, then I'm stuck in Mexico, a place where she might not even be.

Fatigue took over me as I stood in the shower. I really feel like lying down, but I'll have plenty of time to do that on a plane. What am I going to tell dad? What am I going to tell Patrick?

Will I even tell them?

Dads not home right now because he's working on the murder that my best friend possibly made. Murder. It's crazy to think that the person you've known your whole life was hiding something as big as murder. But things still don't fit. Why was she at the warehouse is the first place? And why did she use so many bullets on one guy?

But then there are the letters on the wall. BB. The same letters on the jacket of the guy looking for Addison that's now looking for me. Man, I understand why she would want to leave.

I haven't heard from the private number in a while either, so what happened with that? Showers are meant to relax you, but I'm just stressing myself out. I feel overwhelmed. Stepping out of the shower, I put on a new pair of underwear and clothes before rushing to my closet and looking for my duffel bag. I don't know how long we'll be there for, but I'm going to pack two extra pairs of clothes and another pair of shoes. I grabbed the other essentials (like a toothbrush, hairbrush, etc.) and just stared at the picture of Addison, Mum and I. I wish I knew it would get to this point.

I thought back to the conversation I had with Xavier on the way back and started to feel guilty for leaving dad all alone.

-»Before«-

"What do you think it meant?" I whispered, not finding the energy to find my voice. Xavier closed his eyes for a quick second (Which is very dangerous considering he was the one driving. And he was worried I was going to crash his car.)

"It's pretty much spelt out, you just don't want to accept it."

"Of course I'm not going to accept it! I just found out my best friend, the person I've known my whole life, is a murderer! Not everyone can accept it straight on like you are." I said bitterly.

"Because one of us has to be calm right now. We need to leave soon." He declared.

"How soon?"

"Tonight if possible." Tonight!? It's not long until midnight and he just wants to pack up and leave? He must of noticed my screwed expression and sighed heavily. "Did you not see the letters on the wall? Are you not connecting the dots? Addison was messed up in shit and killed a guy. Whoever she killed must of been important to someone and they're looking for her which is probably why she left. They could of found that message way before us and is currently in Mexico looking for her, so we have to find her first." He clenched the steering wheel, clearly getting frustrated. I reached over and grabbed one of his hands, giving it a squeeze. He still cared for her.