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I spend all of Saturday in bed, lying with my face buried into my pillow and tears streaming down my eyes. The ache in my head won't leave, my throat is still scratching from yelling so much and my eyes are aching from crying so hard. I can count the number of times I've cried like this on one hand; my mother's death, the time I had to let a bunny go and this.

Once when I was little, a few months before my mother died, there was a little bunny that would always hop into the back garden of our house. It didn't look as though it had been treated very well, so we just assumed by the mud on its grey fur and the speed in which it crunched on the carrot I gave it that the rabbit was wild. Father said that he wasn't sure if we should bother building a rabbit hutch when it might have owners itself, but I begged and begged my mother. She said that we would let the bunny choose, so if it came back into the garden then we would feed it and care for it properly. We washed the bunny's fur, fed it one last carrot and let it go back into the wild.

The next day the little bunny hopped back into our garden and just sat there, right next to the big tree. My mother agreed that the bunny had made its choice and could stay with us. We had no wood for a hutch but we did have a large cardboard box that we could put it in inside so that if it got out it wouldn't run too far. I called the little bunny Dusty for the dusty colour of its fur and loved it so much. I used to play with it all day, only parting with it to go to sleep or nursery.

My parents decided that if we kept it we would keep it properly. We took it to a vet and had it scanned for any illnesses. I remember the look on my parents faces when they had to tell me that Dusty, the rabbit I adored more than anything in the world, was dying. No one knew how long he had but there was a good chance he'd be gone by the end of the month.

I can still remember the day he died. Dusty's appetite had been off all day and then when I was stroking his ears while leaning against the tall tree trunk that stood tall in our garden, Dusty went limp. I cried, obviously. I cried so hard that my head ached, my throat scratched and my eyes ached. We took Dusty to the vet who confirmed that he'd died. That night I looked up at the stars from the comfort of my tree. It was from that night that I'd found comfort in the tree, especially at night.

I must have drifted off into sleep during the day because when I finally woke up it was dark out and there was a little tray on the floor in my room. What a waste of a Saturday. It was a green tray with little pink flowers trailing around the edges with a bowl of soup, a glass of water and a few cookies on. It was only when I started eating that I realised just how hungry I really was. I turned on my phone which had been charging all day and found that I'd had three notifications.

The first was from Anna and it was a picture of her and Kristoff. Kristoff was clearly unaware that the picture was being taken considering the fact he was asleep, but Anna was very much awake and pulling a funny face next to him, both still in Kristoff's car. The search for Elsa obviously wasn't over, but at least Anna looked happy.

The second was slightly more worrying. It wasn't just one message, but twelve; twelve messages from Cinderella asking me if I was okay about everything that happened at the party and if I wanted to meet up with her somewhere. These messages were sent at around 1pm. The next were messages sent at around 4pm, asking me if I was still alive as I hadn't answered Belle's call.

This brings me onto the final notification; a few missed calls from Belle. This made me panic. Why was it so bad that I'd missed Belle's call? I'd missed plenty of calls from people before; they'd just call back later. But three missed calls one after another? Something isn't right.

The clock on the phone reads 7:52pm. I hope she's not busy now. I call her mobile and the repetitive ringing feels in perfect time with my heart beat… Or what's left of my broken heart.

"Hello?" I hear her voice.

"Belle,"

"Brie… Where were you? Are you okay?" Her voice is panicked.

"Belle, calm down and breathe… I'm fine, I was just… sleeping." I say.

"All day, really," She sounds like she doesn't believe me.

"Well, I didn't sleep much last night. Now what's wrong?"

"You don't know?"

"No, I was asleep all day!" I snap before sighing loudly. "Sorry, I'm a little bit… Angry, not at you, at-"

"Its fine, Brie, listen. You didn't drink any 'Red Apple' last night… Did you?"

"Uh… No, I don't think so, why?"

"Two girls from some other school sneaked into Aurora's party last night and spiked the bottle. So far it seems as though only two people actually drank any, and when Aurora's friend Phillip went back to find her after the party her carers saw Aurora and Snow collapsed on the floor. They wouldn't wake up. They're both in hospital."

I sat up straight in bed. Someone broke into Aurora's house and spiked her drink? Who were these girls and why would they do that?

"Apparently no one knows who the girls are because no one saw them but they left a note that says 'no one messes with an evil queen'. Maybe one of them did something to them?" Belle says, almost reading my mind.

"Maybe… That's really scary."

"You think that's scary? Imagine finding out all of that and then have your friend not answer her mobile to anyone! That is scary."

"I am so so so sorry, Belle," I say sincerely. "Are they okay?"

"Well, Adam went with Phillip to the hospital, you know for moral support… Adam says that they're not waking up and Phillip won't leave Aurora's side. I never knew that Aurora ever really liked anyone in that way. Makes me wonder how much of her we really knew. I know that she likes parties, and that she doesn't care what people think of her… I never really saw her as the girlfriend type."

"I know, I mean Snow White I get, she's always with a new guy. She treats them more like accessories than actual people. Didn't anyone go to see Snow?"

"Not while they were there… But Phillip doesn't show any times of leaving her side anytime soon so I'm sure he'll let us know if anyone does drop by. Still, looks like there'll be two less people in school on Monday."

"There may be more than that," I laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"After Kristoff dropped Cinderella off at her stepmother's house, he went to take Anna home-" I began

"What? Brie, Kristoff who?" Belle asked.

"Oh, Kristoff's a guy in the year above who gave Cinderella, Anna and I a lift home." I say nonchalantly.

"What? You just got in a car with this guy? He could've been a murderer! I can't believe you were all so stupid-"

"Belle, calm down… We're all fine, so just listen. After Cinderella was safe he went to drop Anna home but she came running out of the house again because Elsa wasn't there. She never went home after she left Aurora's party."

"So where is she?"

"I don't know… No one does. Anna and Kristoff are still looking for her."

"But… It's been nearly a whole day. That counts as a missing person doesn't it? Should we tell the police?" Belle sounded really concerned and I'd never really considered just how much danger Elsa could be in.

"I-I-I'm not sure… Maybe… What would we say?"

"I don't know… Do you have Anna's number?"

"Yes, but not Elsa's."

"Maybe you could call her, make sure she's safe?"

"Good idea… I'll call her now. But why don't you, Cinderella and I meet up tomorrow? I need some company or I'll just cry all day."

"Of course, I'll text Cinders now and message you times and place. Cheer up, Brie… I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Belle," I said hanging up the phone.

When I dial Anna's number I wonder what I'm going to say, but I shouldn't have; it goes straight to answer phone. I decide to leave it until tomorrow morning and climb back into bed, falling asleep all over again.