It's me! Here's another chapter. Please review if you want. You probably know that it's humanised by now!
It was night. Night in Syspocalypsestar is very dark, let me tell you. But it's always been my favorite time. There's only the street lights and the stars to keep you company. It's a huge contrast to the energetic colorful rainbow of the day.
I checked Dad's room on the way out of the hose. He was fast asleep hugging Mom's hoodie. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Either Mom, or the overpriced coffee he bought every day that had way too much sugar in. Most likely Mom. I knew how much he missed her, and how well he hides his feeling behind his chirpy, perky personality.
I wish I could do that.
I opened the front door and looked out into the street. One lone street lamp shone outside our door. I glanced behind me to quickly scan the hallway, but as I was turning back, the note I had written caught my eye. I tip-toed back quietly to re-read it:
To Dad, I'm sorry for leaving like this in the middle of the night. I'm not running away, please don't think that, it's not because of you. I've just gone to find Mom. It's been too long something's obviously happened to her. Please don't get GCBC to find me, I can look after myself.
Love from Summer xxx
I tore my heart out reading that note. I really didn't want to leave Dad; he didn't have anyone left to hang onto now. He'd become so dependent on me being there, but that's because Mom's gone.
I want to find Mom. I need to find Mom.
I have to find Mom.
As I turned away from the note, I noticed a stain on the wall.
'That's strange', I thought to myself. 'I've never seen that before.'
I walked over gingerly, taking extra care not to step on the creaky floorboard in the middle of the corridor.
It was… a hole? I blinked.
Why was there a hole in our wall? Did someone punch the wall…?
I bent over to look at it. There was a rolled-up piece of paper stuck inside. I scrabbled to get it out, and fumbled to open it.
A note.
In the most familiar handwriting.
My heart stopped.
My dear Emmet,
Please please please forgive me for this. I have no choice. I'm doing this so Summer can survive. You know what I'm talking about when I say that. I'm going back to CCL. Keep her safe, and I love you both.
Love you forever and always,
Lucy