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Lia stirred in her sleep. Unable to find peace in her heart. Something was wrong, and it made her stomach churn painfully. Finally becoming angry with the situation, she sat up. Tossing the sheets from over her legs roughly. They were now sprawled across the floor.
Lia looked at the mess she had created with her sheets. That also irritated her. She quickly picked up the sheets and fixed her comforter, then remade her bed. Messiness always gave her a headache. And Lia thought that was why her stomach was churning. So she went on a very big cleaning spree in her apartment.
She swept, dusted, and washed laundry and dishes. She fixed her already spotless room and reorganized her collection of action figures. They were very rare figures of very popular games and such. But even as she finished putting away the last dish and decided that there was nothing else to clean, the painful knot in her stomach still remained.
If it's not cleaning or something she ate (everything I ate today was homemade and very healthy), it had to be her best friend, Mocha. But what could be wrong with Mocha, Lia thought. She never associated with any wrong people, Lia made sure of that. And everyone loved her. So what could have happened.
Now that Lia thought about it, Mocha did say she was going up to Mt. Ebott to decide what thingies she needed for the painting. Could she have….. No, Lia quickly dispelled that thought from her head. She lightly slapped her cheeks. 'I'm just tired is all, I need sleep'. Lia glanced at the clock on her wall. It read 5:00am.
'Well I'll have to get up in a half hour anyway. Why not just stay awake?' She still couldn't get the thought of Mocha out of her head though. Lia would never accept hat she might have disappeared on Mt. Ebott. She was to skilled. No! IS to skilled to fall into such a trap.
Lia's thoughts still haunted her mind as she went through her morning routine and fixed herself a glass of tea. 'It wouldn't hurt to at least call to make sure she is ok.' Lia reached into her pajama shirt pocket on her left side and pulled out her phone. Quickly pulling up contacts she chose a contact titled 'Squish'. Putting the phone to her ear, she listens to the dial tone.
"Damnit… Pick up" she continued to listen her heart beat picking up. "Please…" Her voice was sad and pleading, at knot was building in her throat and her eyes were hot. Finally the tone stopped, and Lia smiled and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Yo!" Mochas voice was uncharacteristically optimistic.
"O Mocha! I was so worried." Lia sounded relieved.
Mochas voice continued. "You've reached Mocha! Sorry, but I'm not available right now."
The voice still droned on over the phone telling how to leave a message. Her heart picked up in pace, the knot came back in both her stomach and her throat. Now her eyes were hot for another reason as hot tears spilled from her eyes. She started to hiccup and turned into a sobbing mess.
"Why didn't you pick up!?" Lia was getting frustrated and yelling into he phone on the message. "You never do this! So why!?" Her sobbing and hiccuping continued. "You've never not picked up before… Please…" She quieted down and let her hand go limp that was holding the phone. She still wept and cried and whispered please even after the recording had finished.
Lia felt it, she knew there was something wrong with Mocha. She could feel pain wrack through her body, she could tell it was the same pain Mocha was feeling. She always took on more than she could handle. Mocha always thought that nothing ever hurt. She never felt the pain that was dealt to her. And it hurt Lia more than anything.
She wanted to be held, held by her best friend. By her only friend. By the one person who was ever close to being family. For both girls, they were the only thing they had. All other family was dead and gone in horrifically torturous ways.
And they both had suffered. She wanted her friend, as tremors wracked her body. Large tears came from her eyes as she continued whispering her prayers for Mochas safety. They were all they had. Whispers of 'please' and 'don't die' came from Lia as she remains curled in a ball in the corner of her kitchen floor.
It was so cold, and so quiet. Lia pushed herself from the floor and dragged her aching limbs to her bedroom, throwing herself on her over sized bed. And curling into another, smaller ball, under the very thick quilted blankets on her bed. Lia reached up to her desk and found another blanket.
To be more specific, half of a blanket. The other half was Mochas, and they've had it since they were small children. Lia pulled it close to her chest and sobbed quietly into her vibrant orange half of her blanket. Rubbing her face in the soft fabric. No words left her mouth as the sobs quieted even further.
And for the first time since she moved into this apartment flat, and out of the house she shared with Mocha. She fell into the deepest sleep known in the world. Her breathing steadied but hiccups still came from her. The half blanket intertwined tightly in her fingers, tangled around her arms and legs. Hot, fresh tears still spilled out of her eyes long after she had fallen asleep.
