She searched frantically through the camper. Come on, where is it? She finally pulled it out from the bottom of her backpack. She had almost forgotten she had this. The bright teal selfie stick was hopefully long enough to at least get her a glimpse of whatever was over the ledge. She strapped her phone in with the clamps as well as two extra rubber bands. She did not want to lose this chance. She dashed back to where she had been before and pressed record. Summer carefully stuck her phone over the edge and turned it every way she could without dropping it. She pulled it back up took a shaky breath before pressing play.
The video showed nothing but rocks, the sky, and the ocean. She watched it again and again and again, trying to hold on to what little hope she had. She sank down in the shade of a massive beech tree and choked down a sob. She felt almost as hopeless as when the police had showed up on her doorstep, telling her Miley was dead. She had really believed that Miley could be here. God, she missed her so much. She just wanted to not be alone anymore. Was that too much to ask. She pressed play one more time. She didn't know why. She wasn't expecting anything to change about the video. But something did. Or rather, she noticed something new.
She noticed a rectangular crack in the rocks. It wasn't just slightly rectangular. It was perfect, with straight lines and 90 degree angles. That sure wasn't natural. Summer's heart began racing. She was onto something, she knew it. She just didn't know what.
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Half Moon
Teen FictionI don't want to give too much away, but this is an original story by me. TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, panic attacks, violence, self harm. The cover is also by me.
