Ethan's POV
It had been at least four days since we dropped Ella and Emma back at their apartments. Obviously, on that day - me, Gray, James and Emma all went to target together. Ella was supposed to come, but she wasn't answering her phone.
Gray was stressing out, and I could tell his separation anxiety was starting to affect him. It sorta surprised me, it's been five ish days and he's so stressed out. I didn't realise how much she meant to him.
Emma said on the day, when she first didn't reply, that she reckoned Ella had fallen asleep. We all laughed. Honestly, if you gave Ella a blanket, or a pillow, or a jumper or literally anything to make her comfortable she could fall asleep! But it was now five days and none of us had heard ANYTHING from her. Obviously we were all starting to get a bit worried, but we have all texted her and tried to call her. We've decided seven days, and we'll all go over. Together.
Ella's POV
I've lost count. I've lost count of how long I've been in here for. I've lost count of the amount of days I haven't eaten and I've lost count of the amount of days I've locked myself away from the world.
I've lost count.
I've lost count of the new scars that are now healing on my left hip, but this time also at the very top of my thigh.
I've lost count of all the horrible tweets I've read, and I've lost count of the amount of times somebody has tried to contact me.
I've lost count of just about everything.
One thing I haven't lost count of?
I haven't lost count of the amount of panic attacks I've had. The amount of times I was paralysed for an hour or more, alone - by myself, wondering if that was it. If that was how I was going to die. But every time, it eventually stopped - and every time, it happened again.Graysons POV
Five days. She hasn't been replying to messages, or anything. Emma says she's properly got a migraine - and she's properly sat with curtains shut, screens off, and lights off - as the lights hurt her head more. According to Emma. I could understand, but wouldn't she of sent a message to somebody? I'm worried.
I've seen a lot of tweets about the whole sister squad recently, but I've gotten used to ignoring them.
7:08pm
I checked my phone, not just for the time - but to see if I had any messages.
We'd all promised each-other that if we hadn't heard anything by day 7, we'd all go over to her apartment - together, however; I can't wait. Not two days.
I drove, calmly, to Ella's apartment. One I was at the door, I knocked lightly - just Incase noise hurt her head, if she had a migraine.
I waited a couple seconds, and then still - no reply. I knocked harder, and for longer. And once again - no reply. My heart rate was picking up a bit - but I told myself it's okay. She's just sleeping. Right?
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Dolan Twins - Our story
FanfictionPain, Pleasure, Happy & Sad I'm close with both of the twins. We share everything. THEY share everything. And me? Well. I'm a good liar. *Includes mental health, please don't read if you are sensitive to certain subjects Instagram - SmilingXSisters