There's Always Bad News

Its been a couple days since I've heard anything from Sara. I can't help but think something bad has happened to her.

I stay up at night; just wondering what horrible things could have happened to her while I'm here in my safe, comfy bed.

I sighed with impatience, slowly getting out of bed to head to the living room to watch some TV.

I plopped down on the couch; switching the channels, before stopping on a local news channel.

I turned the volume up just enough for me to hear.

"It's been more than 72 hours since soon-to-be model, Sara Michelle Adams, was last seen at this coffee shop. Police do not have any clues as to what caused her disappearance, but are still investigating in search for one of Hollywood's uprising talents. Please if you have any information about Sara Michelle Adams please call the number shown below. Thank you for your attention."

My mouth flew open; I turned off the TV, and stared off into space not knowing whether to cry or

laughing at this situation.

I just stared; trying to remember everything that day, trying to just figure out where I took that wrong turn to end up in this bizarre place.

"James?" I hear a distant voice.

I slowly turn my head to see who it was.

I could see it was Kendall, but there was also someone behind him.

"James?" I hear his voice blend in with someone else.

I swallowed to get my throat moist enough to talk.

I opened my mouth to say some when I was pushed onto the floor, my vision blurred for a second.

I closed them and reopened them to see what happened when I saw Sara only she had deep cuts every where on her face, neck, body.

Her usual tan skin was a faint blue.

She looked soaked. I look into her eyes and it was as if the colors have been washed out.

Her hair, always brushed and styled, was now a crazy jungle.

The closest thing I could think of that looked like her was a demon.

Her movements were unlike any human, as if she was too stiff to move.

I could hear her bones crack with every movement.

I froze in horror, not knowing what stood before me.

"Sara?" I muttered, confusion willing itself in my voice.

Her now white eyes glared at me.

She lifted her hand in the air. Her hand formed a claw as she thrashed forward, letting out a blood-curling scream.

I closed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the impact.

"James, are you okay?" I heard Kendall's voice over me.

I opened my eyes, releasing myself from the protective position I was in and blinked a couple times, taking in my environment.

I was speechless.

What happened?

I checked for any kind of injury and all I could find was a hand print on my forearm where she must have grabbed me to drag me off the couch.

"James, what just happened? All I saw was you on the couch, and then on the ground in a fetal position!" Kendall said, a bit shook up.

I ignored him and stared at my forming bruise

.

"James, are you okay?" he questioned, worry heavy in his voice.

I looked at him, as if it were the first time I've ever seen him before.

"N-nothing," I said quietly.

"I need to go to bed. We start touring tomorrow," I said, speed-walking back to my room.

"Okay… if you need to talk, well… I'm here," he said quietly.

I sighed; staring at my hand.

I walked to my bed and covered myself with it.

A/N: Sorry it's short, but hey I finally updated! Woo! How much did you miss reading this? Probably not a lot. Well I know it's not the greatest chapter, but I promise I know where this is going I got the idea during school. Haha until next time everyone! Be safe ;)