Chapter 1: Missing

Summary: Emily has run away. Is there something more to it?

Emily

I grabbed my bag and climbed out the window.

I left the gate and continued running.

Jayden

"Hey Emily?" I asked knocking on her door.

When I walked in….she was gone. She wasnt there.

Where could she be?

I looked around, hoping she was hiding...but she wasn't. She. Emily. She...she….She was gone….

The first thing I did was run out of her room, I looked around the house, desperately. I called out her name. No response. Everyone else was out to dinner. I saw a note taped to the fridge. I pulled it off the door, and read.

I'm sorry.

Is that what you wanted to hear? "I'm sorry"? Well, you have it. I am sorry. I needed an escape. I needed something that wasn't here...or perhaps….something that this place had, that my next destination wont. Please understand. I was living in a shell, like a robot.

Wake up.

Eat.

Train.

Fight.

Eat.

Train.

Socialize.

It was becoming a chore to me. LIFE was becoming a chore. A chore that was becoming harder and harder each day that went by! It's like moving bricks. The first day, one brick, the next, 2 and so on and so on. I had to move them all at once. And that was something I could no longer do.

I loved you all, you tried to save me, but how can you save a girl who was already dead long ago?

….you can't.

I guess this is a goodbye…

Emily.

I dropped the note and immediately went to the phone. I dialed the police. She was right, we were getting her help, she was seeing a therapist. But I guess we were too late.

No! Don't think that way Jayden!

I sighed twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the police to arrive.

Emily

I kept walking. My plan, go straight. If I reach water, I follow the edges. I'll avoid police until I find somewhere to call "home", or as much as a home I could get. I chuckled quietly and kept walking.

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I listened to my feet. I listened to the wind. I listened to the trees, the distance….I listened to the Earth as it guided me. I listened to instinct.

Hey guys….

It has been forever since I've written and I guess school just got me caught up and stressed. Lately I've been finding myself needing this outlet so Ill probably be a bit more active.

I'll be honest with you. Some of the material you will see in this little story may actually be true. I have experience with running away. I have experience with the thoughts. It's something I'm currently battling with now….

I just want you to know I am glad to, as always, answer any questions you may have. I hope this story will touch you in ways the others have because kids who typically run away are facing something huge in their lives. It may seem like a grain of sand to you, but to them it's like a boulder. Bullying, abuse, anything. It can be absolutely anything and these people, they walk around like nothing's wrong with them. So be careful of what you say to someone, because something can be taken more than one way and you never know someone's history. Everyone has their own story and you don't know what it is. So just please be careful with what you say to someone. Somethings shouldn't be joked about (examples:suicide, abuse, bullying, rape, sexuality, gender, etc)

That is the end of this ramble.

-BaybieBlue