Part 8: Missing

A few days had passed, Bubbles never left her room. Some of the smaller children that shared the room with her, stayed with other kids. In hopes that Bubbles would heal without any problems.

But for Mitch, his patience were thinning. Holding a simple lunch meal for his friend as he knock on the door. "Bubbles, I know your upset, but you got to eat something." Knock once more and got nothing in return. "Fine, you won't come out...I'll come in."

Glass filled the air, food splatter on the floor. Mitch stood in shock to see the state of the room. A storm was here and left no trace of a survivor. There was no Bubbles in sight.

"Mitch, what going on?" A kid asked, the moment he saw the door open. Seeing the mess and the open window with sheets hanging out of it.

"She ran away."

"What?" The younger boy ran near the window, lucky enough not to trip on anything along the way. Looking out the open fame. A three-story drop. He was bless not to see a body in sight. "Where could she have run off too?"

Mitch finally stop looking around the room, until he found what he was looking for. The paper that started this whole thing. He read only the first few words and was enrage with them alone.

"Mitch? Where is Bubbles?" The caretaker said as she enter the room with all the noise that was going on.

"I have an idea of where." He started for the door. "Miss. K, I'll be back as fast as I can." Rushing out of the room, through the hallways, and out the front door. Letting his feet and memories lead him to where he hope to find his friend.