Vanished

Chapter 8-Can't Leave.

A/N: A bit gruesome in some parts, just a heads up. 

Change of POV-Mitch.

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Chapter 8

                Everyone was more than happy about the news I shared. "With a raise of hands, who here know how to drive?" I said in my powerful tone. Most of the seniors and one or two juniors raised their hands. "Great. Just great, so I think it would be safe if I first see that you guys are god drivers, Bridget, why don't you go first?"

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                We finally found the keys to the blue VW Jetta; I was in the passenger seat. Bridget drove slowly out of the parking lot and was about to pull out onto the main road (Grannature Ln.) when something bad happened.

                For a second it felt like time stopped, then we were being shoved back by and invisible force. I had a gut wrenching feeling, as if someone had kicked me full force in the stomach. Then I felt something hit me in the head and it could've been a sledge hammer judging by the force. Finally, and thankfully, I was knocked out unconscious, only seeing black behind my eye lids.

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                It was hard to breathe. I had to concentrate on taking deep breaths. I peeked through my eye lashes. I'm in my bed, the top bunk above Olivia's. I hear sobbing. "You're awake!" It was Addie, she sounded relieved but still sad.

                I tried sitting up but flopped back down on the bed since I was still in a lot of pain. I don't know how I got here. When I was stroking my fingers over my soft cotton duvet, it all came back to me: the car accident!

                "Where's Bridget?" I try asking but it most likely came out as, "wmerst Bwrgigt?" Addie must've known what I was saying, though she answered with heavy sobs. She was getting tears all over my favourite desk because that's where she was sitting.

                "Addison," I tried. "Shh, just go back to sleep, Mitch." She sniffled, "I-I'm so glad you made it." More crying. I didn't have time to understand what she meant because I was already back into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: Change of POV-Olivia.

                I didn't cry. I never cry. Yes, I panicked, but that was expected. Yes, I threw up, empting those nasty eggs and bacon, but I saw the body, so that was also expected. I had to hold back gagging from remember it; the severed head, the gaping hole in her middle, with intestines slipping out. STOP, I mentally tell myself, you're only making it worse.

                It was late afternoon. Nobody was hungry, so we didn't bother with making food. Today has been such a long long day. I was sitting on a picnic table in the commons when Isaac, of all people, came up to me. He had dirty blonde hair, much like my own, wearing a white t-shirt with light blue basketball shorts. "We're burying the body now, if you care to come," he says. What was wrong with him? His girlfriend for three months just died. DIED! As in ceased to exist and he was acting like nothing happened. I didn't say this, though.

                "I do care, but I just don't want to go."

                "I don't blame you; I don't think I can stand seeing Bridget like that again."

               Of course he and a couple other guys were the ones who had to carry the body out of the car. It was disgusting and heart wrenching at the same time.

                He walked closer and sat by me, staring off at the descending sun. He may be trying to hide it, but I can see tears threating to fall out of his liquid brown eyes.

                "Isaac, I've been thinking," I said reluctantly. I don't want to tell him this, but I really need to get this out, "Do you know what all this means?" I waved my arms around, indicating the almost invisible force field. He stared at me incredulously. Of course, I think, he doesn't want to know the truth.

                I take a deep breath and continue, "It means we're trapped here," I said seriously. He didn't hide his gulp, "I wonder who it is who would be so adamant on keeping us here," he whispered.

                There was a long pause then he said, "Where's Flacco? I haven't seen him all day." Isaac and Flacco are roomates, so it would make sense why he was wondering where Flacco was. "He's up in my bed; he fainted earlier." I could see Isaac stifling a laugh. How could he laugh after what's happened? I push the thought away.

                "Fainted?"

                "Yeah, he, er," should I tell Isaac about the wings? "Didn't eat much breakfast," I finish.

                "Oh," was all he said, I can tell that he knows I'm not telling the truth.

                "Well, see you around," he says and got up from where he was sitting, heading for the boys' dormitory. I stood and walked up to Mitch's bedroom. Addie told me she was still alive, but I still wanted to check on her.

                I peek in our room to see her contentedly sleeping, Flacco was still drifted off, so I stole a spare blanket and lied down on the green couch. Before long, I was in a very restless sleep.