MISSING
I go into my bedroom and throw on jeans and a band tee and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and do everything I can to avoid looking at her in the mirror. "That-that's not me, I re-re-refuse to believe tha-that's m-me," I chant in my mind.
"We are one," a low voice whispers in my head causing me to snap my eyes to the mirror.
"I-I don't underst-understand wh-what's happening," I whisper to the reflection as I feel my pulse start to race.
"You will," the voice whispers again but the reflection's lips don't move.
I rush out of the bathroom and grab my black backpack, throwing in my house keys, wallet, phone and charger. I jog to the front door, lock it, slip on my Vans by the door, and dash out of the house.
"O-o-o-okay, maybe he just had to g-g-go on a business tr-tr-trip," I tell myself. I glance at my watch and see that it's 8:00. I sigh and slide on my black sunglasses.
"I was passed out for almost an hour; well no duh you woke up with black eyes stupid," I think and roll my eyes.
I begin the trek to dad's office hoping they can tell me where he is. As I pass our neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, I keep my head down, "No n-need to let anyone no-no-notice I'm such a f-f-freak," I murmur to myself.
Walking in the Los Angeles sun relieves some of my nerves. The cool April breeze wraps me in a sense of false calm and I momentarily pretend my life hasn't been turned upside down.
Twenty minutes after leaving home I step into the building. I look around the fancy receptionist area and notice I don't recognize any of dad's colleagues.
"Hi, do you know where I can find Mr.Adrien Colt?"
The older red haired receptionist looked at me and tilted her head, as if she was confused. "I'm sorry dear, I don't believe we have anyone by that name employeed here."
"Are you su-sure?" "I-I, could you, um, maybe ch-check your c-computer to make sure," I mentally cursed my stutter that has always surfaced when I became flustered and hoped she was mistaken.
"Sure sweetie," she glanced at me with pity in her gaze and flicked her eyes back to her computer screen. "Sorry hun, there's no one here by that name."
"Oh, um, m-my m-m-mistake," I rushed out of the building and against the corner of the building with my head in my hands. "What is happening, my dad gave me a fake place works, what the hell," I think to myself. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and takrk a deep breathe.
I pull my phone out of my bag and call his cell 4 times in a row with no answer. I scroll through my contacts and call each number dad gave me in case of emergencies. No answers.
"Merda!1"
Merda1: [Latin] shit
