Upside Down

Twenty One

I am finally out of the hospital which means my peaceful room is officially gone.

I wish I could say things have gone back to normal though. It has been far from normal since my return. It has been crazy. Actually, crazy doesn't even begin to describe it.

I'm back at the house now, which is nice except for the fact that no one will leave me alone. They are all babying me.

Hillary checks every package before she even thinks of handing it to me. Yesterday, I got clothes in the mail and she combed over the package with a magnifying glass to make sure there wasn't any peanut dust on it!

I am freaking out. I hate it. I'm going crazy. The room spins around me every time someone tries to help me. I hate this feeling of helplessness they are bringing upon me.

It's like they are all worried I am going to overdose on a peanut and die in the one second they leave the room to go to the bathroom. They are all terrified to leave me by myself.

I just want it all to stop.

I can't even talk to Logan about it. He won't answer any of my texts or frantic phone calls.

This is all getting completely out of hand. I can't believe I drove him away by simply eating a peanut.

Logan has been missing for just over two days now. Hillary says that by the time she got out to the car at the hospital to speak with him and convince him to come inside, he had disappeared. She has been a mess ever since. I don't blame her. One of her children is missing and there's nothing she can do about it really.

She can't go to the police and report him missing. He is a grown adult and he has the right to leave his house at any time if he wants to. The police wouldn't be able to do anything about it even if she tried to report it.

I am absolutely heartbroken over this. I am worried sick about him. Where could he be? Does he hate me now? Does he have a place to stay? Is he safe?

The whole family is in shambles with him being gone without an explanation. To be honest, that is probably the reason they are all being so protective over me. They don't want to lose me too.

I grab my phone and check for any messages from him. Nothing. Nothing but a blank screen. I lift my head and make eye contact with Kara whose turn it is to keep a close eye on me. "Has Logan called anyone yet?" I ask the girl. She shakes her head. I nod sadly.

I can tell Kara is scared that her big brother is missing. "It'll be okay Kara. He will come home soon."

She shrugs. "Maybe not this time." She plays with her chipped nails.

"What do you mean this time?" I ask sadly. She doesn't seem to think he is coming back which breaks my heart. She has no faith in him to come home.

"He's left us before." She whispers, trying to not let the tears overcome her.

I sit up straight, interested in this story. "He has?" If that is true, we might be able to track him down. I stand up and walk over to Kara's bed, looking down on her as she continues playing with her nails.

"Yeah he has. My mom says that when I was a little younger, he used to run away all the time and she would always have to bring him back home or else he wouldn't come back. But she's not going to get him this time." Kara explains her thoughts on her brother never returning.

"Do you know where he went when he ran away all the time?" I ask, hoping she does know. If she has any sort of idea, we can go to these places and hope that he decided to go there this time as well.

"To see his dad." She replies, looking up at me.

"Come on then, let's go." I wave my arms at Kara and try to get her out of bed. "We've got a mission now." I try to cheer her up.

"Where are we going?" The little girl wonders.

"To see Logan's dad."

Author's Note: what do you think of Logan's disappearance? Is it something sinister or did he simply just run away? I'd love to hear your theories.