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𝐈𝐕

~ 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕

" family is supposed to be life's greatest masterpiece, but others are just unlucky. "

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***chapter includes themes of verbal and physical abuse, read carefully***

It's been four days since I've seen Gusion. He was nowhere to be found, and as days pass, the levels of my anxiety increase. I would think of what happened to my dad and that the same exact thing would happen to him.

I didn't want to imagine it.
I couldn't imagine it.

I sat up from my bed, I was no longer in the nurse's office, I finally returned to my dorm.

Angela let me off early since another fight broke down yesterday. I heard it was between a couple third years, maybe I'll ask Hylos or Estes about it. Ether way, I wasn't complaining.

I looked over to the opposite side of the room to see Odette gone. Her and Lance successfully made amends. It took a couple hours to get the two in a room, but due to Hylos and I's quick reactions, we locked them in the guys' room.
I was glad that they're okay....

But I had more things in mind. Today can be my plan to find Gusion. Find out what happened to him, and I could only wish once again, that he's okay.

I grabbed my phone and texted Karina, her and Paxley were close so she probably knows where he went.

At first, I asked her where Gusion was,
and she replied the same way as everyone else;
I don't know.

Along with that, I asked a series of questions that could possibly help me indicate where he is currently. That didn't work either. I put my phone down after five questions that had either irrelevant answers or no reply at all.

I rubbed my eyes, I felt hopeless, but I still needed to try. Paxley.... is something else.
He isn't a close friend, but someone I end up caring about. What do you call that?

I heard my phone buzz once again, Karina was asking what we should do. I told her to meet me downstairs in half an hour.

After my routine, I stared at myself in the mirror, a question seemed to suddenly pop into my mind, one that I should've asked myself days ago; Why do you care so much?

I honestly didn't know, I wish I knew myself,
but for some reason, I just do.

Similar to Angela, how she just hates Lancelot without a doubt. But she's a robot, I'm human. I can control my emotions, I control who I like and dislike, so why do I care so much?

To the point where I worry about him more than my best friend who I've known for over a year.

I guess when you care, you just do.
Should there really be a reason?

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"Karina have you tried calling?"