Cynthia's point of view
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"She could be anywhere" I think to myself. The thought of finding her dead body keeps reoccurring in my head, making it hard to think of anything else.
I feel like I have failed her.
I've almost failed Kenya, and I've undeniably failed Octavia.
"Wanna check your room," she says, knowing that I only briefly checked the room due to my panic and severe anxiety
"sure" I reply back as I start to get up off the soft white bed.
I don't wanna check the room, I know she is gone. I usually feel her presence deep in my heart, but now its empty. nothingness fills my heart.
We both exit her hotel room quickly, and she struggles to walk as her fluffy pajama pants get in the way.
"You don't wanna change?" I ask as she locks her hotel door. "no" she replies back with certainty. I shrug in my head.
We begin to approach my hotel door and I cant help but notice the bump laying on her belly. My stomach drops to the ground every time I see it. Its one big reason why I cant have her, and I hate that.
"Key?" She asks as she stands in front of my hotel door.
I hand her my key from my pocket, cold radiates off of it.
She unlocks the door quicker than I could blink and we enter the hotel room.
It's so gross.
There's a distinct smell lurking from the kitchen and the whole room looks like it's covered in dirt.
She turns around and and says "let's look again, shall we?". A fake smile is plastered on her face.
I smile back. But it's not fake.
We check the room up and down, and there's nothing.
We've checked every closet.
Every small area.
But she's nowhere.
Nothing.
Where could she be?
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
