𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 ━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐘

five

d a n i e l

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i lay on my bed. crying and watching tv. my mind is else where though. all i can think about is jack. i don't even know if he's alive.

i cry even more at the thought of never seeing him again. the incident happened last night. i haven't ate, talk to anyone, or moved since.

i get up and walk to my closet. i open it and search it. then i find the thing i was looking for. jack's old sweatshirt. i remember that i stole it from him a few weeks ago. i smell it.

it still smells like jack.

i walk back to my bed and lay down. the front door open downstairs.

"daniel? we're home!" my mom yells from downstairs. i hear heavy and fast footsteps come up the stairs. i just hug jacks sweatshirt tight to my chest. smelling it and remembering when he was here.

my door swings open. my mom is standing in the doorway. "oh honey" she runs over and takes me in her arms. i just cry into her shoulder.

"i'm so sorry, we came home as fast as we could" she comforts me. i don't listen and just cry into her shirt.

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red and blue lights come from the distance. police sirens come from afar. ava and i cry and comfort each other. her parents come running down the street.

once they get here we all group hug and cry. the police arrive and we tell them what happened. mostly me though.

they ask us to come down to that station.

"we don't have a car" kristen tells the police officer.

"i'll take you" the police officer says. we hop in the police car and drive to the police station. we get there and file a police report. jacks grandparents came to pick up there family.

"do you need a ride daniel?" kristen asked me.

"no, my mom can come get me. thank you though" i say back.

"be safe, okay?" she rubs my arm, trying to be supportive to her and me.

"i will" i day back. they walk out and into the car. they drive off.

i want to talk to the police officer more.

"officer, what about his phone?" i ask desperate.

"it's broken, it doesn't work"  i look on the police report on his desk, it doesn't say he's a missing person.

"why isn't he a missing person?" i ask angry.

"he has to be missing for at least 48 hours until i can mark him a missing person"

"so you can't do anything, you can't investigate?!" i scream. "no we can't" he lies straight to my face. i know he can.

"he could be getting tortured or raped, or he could even be dead" i cry out.

"i'm sorry but i can't do anything" i look at his name label on his desk. it says chief allen.

"so, chief allen, do you have a child?" i ask.

"yes, a 4 year old girl" he says turning a picture of his family. it's him and a beautiful woman and girl.

"what if she went missing? huh? wouldn't you be doing the same thing?" i try to get on his level.

"i'm sorry boy, but it's the law" i don't want to fight with him on this.

"fine! if you won't help i'll do it myself!" i slam my fists down on the table and storm out of the room. 

i walk out of the police station and walk home. i hear thunder. it starts to down pour. lighting stokes every minutes.

i make it home and grab a towel. i walk up stairs to my room and lay in bed. i cry myself to sleep trying to forget the horrors of tonight.

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"i'm so sorry daniel" my mom whispers to me for the hundredth time. anna walks into the room.

"hey dani, they'll find him soon" she comes over and comforts me.

"can i get anything to make you feel better?" my mom asks me.

"no, i think i just need to be alone right now" i sniffle.

"okay we'll be going to the store and get some stuff, we'll be back soon" my mom and anna walk out of the room.

i get up and look out my window and see their car drive off. i walk downstairs and check the whole house. everyone is gone.

i go the the bar in our house and look through the cabinets. i take 3 bottles of beer back up to my room.

i crack one open and chug the whole thing down. i open another one and sip it slowly. it burns my throat but feels good. i take my hoodie off and put on jacks.

i sip on my beer to make the pain go away. the front door opens downstairs. i hide my beer under my bed. i hear footsteps come up the stairs. anna comes in my room and gives me a bowl of watermelon.

"how are you doing dani?" she asks me releasing the bowl in my hand.

"i'm d-doing fin-ne" i slur my words. anna looks confused.

"okay? call us if you need anything" she gets up and walks out of the room.

i get my beer back out and drink it. i eat my watermelon and drink the beer while watching tv. i try to forget about jack and focus on the tv. i laugh at random times that aren't even funny. i'm really drunk by now.

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i wake up in my bed with a major headache. what happened last night? my stomach is queasy and i feel like i have to throw up.

i run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. once all the contents are out of me i lay on the bathroom floor. my head hurts so much.

i get up and take alive. my mirror is really dirty but behind it i see a broken boy stare back at me. my eyes have big bags under them, my hair is something else, and i look horrible . i drag my feet back to my bed.

my head hits the pillow and my headache goes away a little. but then i remember jack.

what if he's dead?

i'll never see him again.

i start crying my eyes out. someone comes in my room.

"honey, we're going to the stanford's now " my mom comes in and rubs my back. i nod my head and get up.

i walk downstairs and see my family. i just hang my head low and walk out the door to the car. we drive to jacks house.

we walk in and everyone has red eyes.

"kristen? can i go up to jacks room?" i ask jack's mom.

"yeah, go ahead" she says sadly.

i run up the stairs to his room. i open the door. his room feels so weird and empty. it's smells like him and makes me smile. tears come done my cheeks as i remember all the memories we shared.

his bed isn't made, i should probably make it. i walk over and take the covers off. something red is on it. is that blood?

i walk to his bathroom and look for a reason that blood would be there. i find nothing so i go to his closet. i see a box. what's it's in there?

i take it down and open it. it's pictures of us. i cry harder because i can actually see his beautiful face. i look through the box and find it. a blood dried razor.

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sunday
july 15th, 2018
1330 words

edited on;
sunday
august 18th, 2019
1414 words

-alayna ✰