Aunt Jenna sighed loudly and got up from her seat at the table. Coffee in hand, she made her way to the staircase.
"Can you get Jeremey up for me, he still needs get his laundry out so I can get mine started," Elena yelled after her.
There was a pause. Elena questioned if she had heard her or not. Then loud footsteps came crashing into the kitchen.
"Elena I don't know what you are trying to do here, but it really isn't funny. I don't get if this is your way of coping with this or not, or if it hasn't sunk in yet, but it really needs to stop. You know good and well Jeremy is not here, and neither are your parents," Aunt Jenna was in tears.
A puzzled look ran across Elena's face. What the hell is going on here? All she could remember was coming home last night, seeing her family, and going to bed. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie when she had come home. The four of them had small talk about her night, shared a few smiles, and she went to bed. Not much should be able to happen with a span of one night. Maybe Aunt Jenna was the one who was going nuts.
"Right, I'm sorry. I'm just going to go..to my room. Let me know if you need help with anything," Elena offered and walked down the hall to the stairs. As she started up, she could hear Jenna's sobs from the kitchen. This worried her. She had no idea what was going on, but maybe Jeremy would. She decided to, despite her warning from Jenna, go wake him up and ask him what all was going on. Maybe she was just having some sort of psychotic break from reality.
Elena tapped at Jeremy's door. There was no answer.
"Jeremy get up. I need to talk to you," She halfway whispered. She didn't want Jenna to hear her up here at his door.
When there still was no answer she pushed his door open, slightly irritated. Jeremy was not there. His bed looked neat, unslept in. His clothes off the floor, his furniture neat and normal. Everything was perfect. Too perfect. Jeremy wasn't a neat and tidy guy. Where could he have gone? It sunk in. Elena, panicked, took off out of his room and ran down the hallway to her parent's bedroom. Without a knock she burst in hoping to see them laying there giving her a weird look for over reacting. But there was none. There was nothing in there either. No Mom. No Dad. No clothes scattered around the room. No unkempt bed. No sign of them having been there at all.
What was going on? Obviously Aunt Jenna knew something she hadn't. Or should she?
Jenna appeared silently in the doorway. Tears were running down her puffy, red cheeks.
"What happened? Where did they go Jenna? Why did they just leave me here with you?" She didn't mean that in any offensive way towards Jenna, but she was starting to get worried.
"Elena, honey, you know they're gone. They can't come back no matter how bad you or I want them to. I don't understand why you aren't believing me. You saw everything for yourself last night. Why are you dragging this all back up? The police said you would probably show signs of slight denial, but nothing like this. It's like you think they aren't dead. "