journals // c.h

week five, day one

author's note-

        okay, this may seem confusing lol. but the chapter names are like week one, day 1 without you kind of thing. and this chapter skips a few weeks so yeah it's not a mistake:) BY THE WAY- i dont think i mentioned this but the girl's name is Quinn:))))))

-em

CALUM-

        It's been three and a half weeks since Quinn went missing. I've been going absolutely out of my fucking mind without her. Why the hell didn't I let her explain? But it's too late to dwell on what's already happened. All I have now is my misery and an ache in my chest.

        I have been visiting her house for a couple of days now when her dad is at work. I keep looking to find something of her's, something to clue what happened, or something to take this pain away of her being gone. Unfortunately, I'm left with nothing. But alas, I cannot stop myself from going anyways.

        I watch as her dad pulled out of the drive way, and wait a couple minutes before I make my move to go inside.

        I sneak in through her bedroom window, because I remember when she told me she was an alarm on her front door. My eyes hung low in bags and my knuckles were still pretty blue from when I found out she was gone.

        I took a seat on her perfectly made bed. She was so perfect. She was mine. But she's ruined now, and I'll never actually know why she did what she did. I swallowed hard, the memories were all coming back now. All the memories of us together, of us happy. My head hurt so fucking bad, but I continued to ignore the ache until I couldn't take it.

        I get up too fast, breathing hard and my eyes were squinted with pain. I pace her room a couple of times before I kick her closet door. I kicked it over and over, and I wouldn't stop until the pain felt dull. The door's lock broke and it slowly swung inward.

        I narrowed my eyes toward the open closet, confused and hurt. My sneakers slowly inched toward the door and I pushed it open. My heart was pounding but I couldn't care less if it beat straight out of my chest. I was too curious.

        Inside was a couple of her sweaters hung up neatly and a few pairs of boots. But on the floor lay a beat up notebook and a pencil scattered on the other side of the closet. I pick up the notebook and flip through. It's filled with journal entries. I searched frantically for the dates until I found one.

        It was the day she went missing. My heart was surely in my stomach by now, and I looked down to see the notebook was no longer in my hands. It was on the floor. My numb fingers pulled my phone out and quickly dialed 911. I was going to half to explain just what the hell I was doing breaking and entering, but I didn't give a fuck. I was going to find her. And I was sure of it.

author's note-

yes I know this chapter is unbelievably short, it's a short story and it will unfold on it's own. and you will find out what quinn did soooooonnnnnnn! thanks for reading, and happy new year.

-em