A Lost Echo

Part 1

Camilla's eyes darted around her, like a frightened animal ready for a predator to jump out and attack. She rubbed her hands together nervously. Her breaths coming out as short pants in the frisk air.

Goosebumps formed on her skin as a shiver ran down her spine. Her bare feet sinking the hills of sand on the beach. Her white dress sticking to her body and her hair barely held back by the restraints of a hair tie.

A big wave came in, crashing against the rocky dangerous pools, splashing onto her skin which made her flinch. Camilla's hand went to her cheek, wiping away the grains of sand that remained there.

She did another scan of the beach, she was all alone. The skies overcast, a cloud of fog looming over the ground, crows crying out made her jump, a gasp leaving her lips.

She sighed,  shutting her eyes tightly while pressing her hand to her face,"Remember, bloody hell. Remember."

She couldn't. It was a Monday. Her parents left for their week long business trip that morning. She went to school and the rest was blank.

Letting out a cry, Camilla stumbled over hills of sand. Her hands took the impact, before her face could. She exhaled loudly, blowing a strand -that had escaped from her loose ponytail- of her ash coloured hair, out of her eyes.

Pushing herself to her feet, Camilla continued on the beach until she reached the road. She barely noticed that she didn't feel cold anymore. A light drizzle had started to fall, not bothering Camilla much.

Camilla turned her head left and right a few times, unsure where she was supposed to go. Her mind didn't want to work and her body didn't want to move.

Finally she made sense of her surroundings, her legs moved on their own to her left. She spotted the highschool up ahead and her friend, Ross walking away from it with his eyes on his phone.

"Ross!" She called out, waving her hand,"Hey Ross. Wait up..." The words died on her lips when he got into his car, threw his phone on the passenger seat and drove past her without sparing her a glance.

She blinked, Ross never ignored her. He was always glad to see her. Yet now he acted like she hadn't just been standing there.

Camilla shook her head, plastering a smile on her face,"No, with this fog you can't really see much."

Camilla continued on her mission, Cindy's house was nearby. There was no doubt that her best friend would help her in more ways than one. She'd help her get more suitable clothes for this weather and find out what happened to her. She could count on her.

Without hesitation Camilla started walking towards her best friend, Cindy's house. Cindy would help her out no matter what, she could count in her.

Two tyre swings on a large tree stood out of the fog as Camilla edged closer. Camilla smiled, memories of summer resurfacing in her mind. Days before they hit their teen years. When they still played on the mud and couldn't care less about their appearance or boys.

"Now it's just two empty swings." Camilla thought out loud, a sad smile tightening on her lips. She shook her head clear of her thoughts and continued on the wet grass to Cindy's front door.

Camilla took the few stairs leading up to the porch two at a time. Spotting the wicker chair in the porch, Camilla was happy that the rain couldn't destroy the worn out chair even more. Cindy's mother's hand-made throw pillows brought a playful splash of colour to the otherwise dull atmosphere.

Camilla formed her hand into a fist, knocking on the door. A smile graced her face the moment the door opened, only to drop.

"Yes," Cindy held the phone to her ear, without raising her eyes to acknowledge Camilla, she stepped on to the porch moving to the bench on Camilla's left.