Daniel's POV
Worried, I pace around the kitchen. I can't help but feel uneasy.
"How do you know someone broke inside?" Vanille asks. She seems confused. I turn around to look at her.
"I didn't open this window... and my antidepressants. I left them on the counter this morning, and now they are gone." Vanille gasps in realization. She knows the thief must've had a reason to steal my antidepressants.
"Let's check around. Whoever broke into our house could've stolen anything valuable," Vanille says, walking away.
Our house. Sounds... good.
"Right," I exclaim, snapping from my daydream. I walk to my parents room, the room that has the most valuables.
I check every corner of the room. Everything seems fine. I walk out of Vanilles room and go to my room to check. Drawers, closet, even my bathroom. Everything seems just fine.
This is weird, why would someone steal only my antidepre-
I begin to connect the dots.
He is suspended. He wasn't at school while we were out. He is most likely the one who stole my antidepressants.
I begin to panic, walkin back and forth, sweating too.
Okay, you need to calm down and don't panic...
GODDAMMIT THIS IS SO HARD!
"Arashi? Something happened?" Vanille asks me but I don't answer at all. I space out in my own panic.
"Arashi?" I hear her calling me again.
"Arashi!" Another try with no response.
Oh God!
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, ARASHI!" Vanille yells at me.
Now she's mad. Fuck!
"Just tell me what happened." Vanille hugs me tight. I got her worried.
Damn. I didn't mean her to feel like that.
"I'm sorry." I know apologizing won't make her feel better given the situation, but it's the least I can do. I hug her back.
"Don't be," Vanille responds, parting the hug.
"Okay. Everything is fine. Nothing in, nothing out," I explain. Vanille raises an eyebrow, most likely confused.
"Now, the only thing that got stolen was my medication, which means that someone got interest on that. Who do we know that might have an interest on it?" I ask. She knows already.
"OH MY GOD! KIN!?" Vanille exclaims. I nod in response.
"But why?" Vanille asks, even more confused.
"Maybe tell everyone about my depression?" I ask.
Useless. Nobody cares about it.
"Kin wouldn't need it to make everyone believe him... something is fishy here."
It's true. Kin doesn't need anything to make everyone believe him. Why would he do this?
A couple of minutes passed, talking about what could happen now. we sit on the couch, thinking about what should we do.
"I think we should just shrug it off and relax," Vanille says with a soft voice, taking something out of her bag.
Hmm? A laptop?
YOU ARE READING
Our Story
Non-Fiction(Based on our own story.) A boy that was hurt and scarred by everyone. Another that everything good he had was taken away. A girl that lost everything in the blink of an eye. Another that had it all. When they cross paths. What would happen? Only ti...
