There was no way that she could have fallen on her own. She couldn't be dead. It was insane that everyone thought someone took her away. She must have runaway. If you fell out of the bathroom window, you wouldn't die. Badly injured, break your arm, yes. But not die.
I had to find her on my own. It was obvious that the police weren't going to be any help. I went to my room, my mind set on finding her. I chucked some clothes in a bag, and slowly climbed down the stairs. When I got to the front door, I hesitated, my heart an agitated bird trying to get out of it's cage.
I reached the driveway, and I froze. There was a tiny note, tucked into the fence. I went over, and picked it up, carefully opening it. I read it, my eyes tense in my head.
"Come find me, Tom. I am alive."
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Rose Thorn
Teen FictionShe was beautiful, standing there with her pink hair sheltering her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling, her tiny fingernails painted a pale blue. Where she went nobody knows. It was summer, the sun was gorgeously dazzling our eyes, and me and Rose...
