Gloaming

Where Could She Be?

Cynthia's point of view
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I open my eyes and gasp.

I'm laying in a puddle of sweat.

I immediately get up off my back.

The void is all gone.

I'm just in my grungy, ragged hotel

I look out the window, and it's still dark, like always.

What time is it?

"Octavia!" I yell, curious to see if she knows what time it is.

No response.

"OCTAVIA" I yell a little louder.

Still no response.

I get a little nervous.

I get up and start pacing around the hotel room.

Not on her bed, not in the bathroom, not in the tiny kitchen.

Where was she?

I quickly exit my hotel room.

I approach Kenya's door.

I bang on it with my fist.

No answer.

I bang a little harder, my knuckles wrenching.

The door begins to creep open slowly, and I can see Kenya.

Her baby bump is awfully present, her hair is big and knotted, and she's nothing but a long shirt.

"Where's Octavia?" I ask, worry filling the emotionless voice I've always had.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" Says Kenya, probably annoyed.

My breath starts to get sharper and harder and my eyes start to well with tears.

I can feel a panic attack coming on.

I can see Kenya growing a bit softer at my panic.

"Hey, hey" She says "I'll help find her"

I can't respond.

All I can do is panic.

It's what I'm best at.

"Come in" She says opening the door a bit wider.

I slowly force myself inside the room.

It smelled like her.

"Sit down" She says warmly as she pats on her bed "I'm gonna get you a cup of water"

She escapes my panic and waddles to the kitchen.

She's gonna be a good mom.

She comes back into the room with a cup of water.

She stands in front of me as she hands me the water.

I take a sip, then place it on the nightstand.

"Where could she be" asks Kenya, eager to start the search.

Her question lingers in my head.

Where could she be?