Dissapearance

chapter 2

Margo's POV

Death should be taken seriously- very seriously, actually- but somehow, people still found a way to make a mockery of a dead girl. How they lived with themselves, I am not sure, but they did happily. Now, the whispers had traveled to the hallway of Princeton High School as well as the rest of the town. Amy O'Hair: the talk of the town, the missing cheerleader, the beauty taken too soon, and also the girl everyone knew wasn't coming back. She was now the victim of bullying in high school, which was probably worse than anything else. I sighed as I scrolled down my Instagram feed, scoffing in anger and disgust as I passed many insulting and simply false posts about Amy.

"She was such a whore anyways," read one comment under a terrible post about her, "it was probably some guy she was hoeing around with." I rolled my eyes, thinking about how ridiculously rude and obnoxious these posts were. Most of these people were even Amy's "friends" before she went missing to make it worse. I wanted so badly to reply with something snappy and rude, but I decided against that eventually and closed my laptop, deciding I'd give my blood pressure a break. Deciding that I would finally get around to the clothes piled up on my drawer that needed to be hung up, I got up and walked over to it. As I reached for a blue shirt, though, my foot hit something in a bag beside my dresser. I looked down at it, confusion written all over my face, until I finally recognized it as Amy's bag she had brought when she came to stay over. That was only a day before she went missing. Now that I thought about it, I do recall her mentioning that she left a bag that night and would be over to pick it up. She unfortunately disappeared before that opprotunity came, though, and so it is still in my room. I forgot that it was here. Before I even realized it, I was sitting at my desk with her laptop opened in front of me. Her home screen was a picture of her on prom night, ironically the same one on many missing posters of her. I shook the thought away before typing in her birthday, which was also her password for most devices she owned. Soon, I found myself on her home screen with many apps and files scattered across the home screen, which was a picture of her and me on Halloween. We both dressed as unicorns that night, but I must admit, hers was way more slutty than mine. It was still cute, though. Everything seemed fairly normal until I saw a file that read, "For Jeremy."

"What the hell?" I mumbled as I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, clicking on the file. It took quite a while to load, but when it finally did, I was shocked at what I saw. It was multiple sexual pictures and videos of Amy videoed from her laptop, all apparently made for this guy called Jeremy. I obviously knew Amy had many lovers, and well, to put it quite bluntly, she was a slut. However, she had always mentioned most of them to me at least once. I had never even heard of a Jeremy, so this highly confused me. Why had she never even mentioned this guy? There were many naked pictures and videos of Amy, which caused me to look away disgusted as I clicked off the tab. I didn't want to see that at all. I shivered in disgust, trying my hardest to shake the revealing image from my brain, as I decided to check out her messages instead. They were connected to her phone messages, so anything someone sent her would show up as well as anything she had sent, even from her cell phone. The first name I saw was my own, but below that, I saw 'Jeremy' with a blue heart emoji beside his name. They must have been dating or something, or maybe he was just a really good screw. She never really got attached to any of her many lovers, so this was pretty surprising. Nonetheless, I did not dwell on it for very long before clicking on his name to nosily eavesdrop their messages. I was just about to scroll to the top messages when there was a knock on my door. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, inwardly groaning as I quickly and quietly shut her laptop and hid it in my drawer. Replacing its previous spot on my desktop with my own laptop, I finally replied to the person standing outside of my door.

"Okay, come in!" I almost yelled so the person could hear me through the door. I opened my laptop as they opened the door, pretending I had been on it just moments before. I looked up from my laptop screen to see my older sister, May, leaning against my doorframe. "Hey," I said as I turned my head back to the laptop screen, quickly tapping on the essay I had been writing for school to pretend I had been doing it before she entered, "what are you doing?"

"Nothing much," she responded, "Mom told me to come see what you were doing." Typical.

"Of course she did," I muttered as I continued my essay, still keeping fifty perfect of my attention on May. My mother was always quite the worrier,  so ever since Amy disappeared, she's been checking in on me constantly. It's sweet I guess, but it's also very annoying.

"I think she's just worried about you," May observed as if I didn't already know, "with your best friend going missing and all- well, it's obvious to see why. I'm a little worried too if I am honest." I looked over at her, making eye contact for a little before turning my attention back to my laptop screen. There was a moment of silence , only the sound of me typing in the room, before I finally responded.

"You don't need to be worried- neither of you. I'm fine." She nodded slightly.

"Okay, but I just want you to know that if you ever want to talk to me about anything at all, I'm always here for you."