DISCLAIMER: I do not own any one part of SAW, I'm just a huge fan.

Author's Note: I'm sorry my chapters take a while to get up, I'm only allowed computer time at school. Enjoy. R&R please.
"Do you remember anything from that day?"

"I remember everything about that day. That was the day my life turned into a nightmare…"

"Sydney!" Morgan, my assistant yelled from across the room.

"What?" I called back, pushing a hand through my dark red hair in frustration.

"It's Adam." She said, flustered when she came upon my desk.

I froze. "What about Adam?" I asked slowly, cautiously.

"He-He's gone missing." She said, her voice slightly panicked.

My head snapped up and my heart momentarily stopped. "What?" I asked softly.

"A-Adam. He-He's missing." Her fingers twisted nervously.

I swallowed hard, stood up and got a little lightheaded. I slammed my hands down on my desk so as not to fall. "How long has he been missing?"

"They're thinking a week." She said softly.

I took a deep breath. "Have the police been notified?"

"Yes. Adam's landlord reported him missing after he didn't pay his rent."

I reached over to the computer keyboard and saved the article I had been working on. I turned to Morgan. "I'm going to the police station. Will you take care of things here?" I asked.

Morgan nodded; holding out my hooded sweatshirt, messenger bag and car keys. "I figured you'd want to leave right away."

I smiled. "Thanks." I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, grabbed the keys and bag and left my computer terminal at a brisk pace, ignoring anyone who meant to talk to me.

I walked out of the building and quickly found my Civic. I climbed in and started the car.

"And then…?" The detective asked.

"And then I came directly here." I said.

"And that was when?"

"Last Tuesday." I said, examining my clenched hands that were resting in my lap.

"Ok. I'll be right back. Do you need anything?" He asked kindly.

I shook my head. The only thing I need is Adam, I thought.

I sighed and let my head fall back. Adam, I thought sadly. Adam and I have been best friends since grade school. He, the cool older one and me, the smaller, younger and wittier of the two. I am now 19 and Adam is 21. I wonder, is his disappearance is a cover-up for his suicide? I shook my head. No, no. I won't think that. Though Adam has had some rough times, he'd never do that…I hope.

I buried my face in my hands. Adam Faulkner, where are you?

"Miss O'Donnell?" The detective asked, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I jerked back; I hadn't heard him come in. "I'm sorry. I have some additional questions to ask you."

I nodded. "Ok."

He set a bottle of water down in front of me. "These are going to be difficult to hear." He said, sitting down.

I nodded again. "Does he have any known enemies?"

"As I told the last detective, no."

He took a deep breath. "Do you think he could have been murdered?"

I stared at him. "Why would anyone murder him? He's a wallflower. All Adam does is attend concerts and take pictures."

He hesitated. "The other detective informed me that you had said that Adam suffered from depression." I nodded and he continued. "Do you think he could have committed suicide?"

I jumped up, sending my chair back to hit the wall behind me. I placed my hands on the table and leaned forward. "Never." I said fiercely. I pushed away from the table, pacing. "He wouldn't.. Sure, he's been depressed, but he knew he could come to me for help. We've been friends for 12 years; I've always been there for him. Always. Whenever his parents fought, every taunt, every F, every break-up. And he was there for me too. He would never kill himself. Never." I babbled, still pacing around the room like a caged tiger.

I stopped pacing and leaned against the wall behind me. "Adam." I said softly. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, knees drawn up to my chest, arms resting on them. "I need you." I tearfully whispered.

I let my head drop down onto my arms and cried the tears I've been holding in for the past two and a half weeks. I cried until I thought I could cry no longer. A few minutes later, the detective cleared his throat.

"Miss O'Donnell? Are you all right?"

I looked up at him. "Yeah, I'll be fine." I got up, moved the chair back to the table and sat down. "I'm sorry about that. I-I…" I stammered.

"It's fine. You shouldn't hold your emotions in." He said kindly. "I think that's it for today. We'll call you with any new developments."

"Ok." I said, standing up. We shook hands and I slowly left the room. As I walked thorough the lobby, I caught sight of my reflection. My mascara and eyeliner had made dark tracks down my face and my eyes were red and puffy from crying. Aren't I a sight for sore eyes? I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt and walked out of the building and to my car. I sat behind the steering wheel and let my head drop down. Adam. I thought. Where are you?

Later at my apartment, I sat on the couch, TV on mute, thinking. A half eaten pint of ice cream lay forgotten on the coffee table. I absently picked fuzz off of the blanket covering my curled legs. Where is he? Is he all right? Is he alone? Is he scared? Is he…dead? Those thoughts raced through my head as I slowly drifted to sleep.