A Dream Come True

Chapter 13 ~ Where Are You Now

I woke up the next morning to a million notifications from insta, snapchat and joe. I opened everything to read

"You have come so far"

"Again!!"

"Yasss my girll"

"Woah babe" joe said

I was in complete confusion and when I looked at my phone I saw that I hit number 1 again on all charts, I was so happy but all these messages were from 2 days ago, you must be wondering, "why didnt you open them then", well I was taking a break for a while.

Present day

I go downstairs, put the kettle on and watch tv, again the same on stuff is on, the world is crappy place, blah blah blah, we all know this but nobody does anything about it. Well anyway I flick through channels, until I find BREKAING NEWS , so I decide to watch it. My heart crumbles

BREAKING NEWS:

Joe O'connor is missing

Now

Missing, missing, missing, that one word replays in my head, over and over again.

MISSING!! I cried, and then I broke down into tears.

Missing, I keep saying to myself, I grabbed my phone and I phoned my mum.

She came as soon as she found out and she comforted me, I went up into my attic and straight onto the computer, in tears I start to make missing posters.

After a short while they were all finally printed out, I march out my house, wipe away my tears and start stapling the poster everywhere not missing any nook or cranny.
Once I had finished, I went searching all around, in our favourite places, our special spots, his old apartment, his old work, but he wasn't anywhere, fear built up inside me and so did sadness, I needed to find him, I wouldn't give up, even if it killed me.

1 week lalter

I searched for days but there was no sign of him anywhere, I flew over to his new work searched all over and still, nothing. I couldn't believe that he had just disappeared. Everyone was doing whatever they could, police were out day and night searching all over. I could feel in my heart that he was still alive and that he would be found, I had to keep searching until I see his face in my eyes.

3 weeks later

No sign, no trace, nothing.

There wasn't as many police out now, the news was talking about the prime minister, everyone had forgotten about him, but not me, I cried for days, hoping that he would just show up at my door step and we would be happy again. I waited and waited. But nobody came. His phone had been off for days, I couldn't find him, he was gone but I knew in my heart he wasn't. Everyone was now believing that he was dead. His family were with me and I was with them. We all cried. We all got groups and went out searching, shouting, putting up more and more signs. Just hoping that he would show up.

"Joe, please come back, we are worried sick, I love you" I cry and I tell myself.

I lay in my bed and I wonder...

Where are you now?