Wednesday. Sept 17
So I gave in. I was at work and couldn’t shake this terrible feeling inside me. Some feeling that something was wrong something was off. I sent her a text.
I said “I hope you’re doing well”
She never replied.
For about an hour I said “its okay she’s either mad at me, with a guy, or busy or at work.”
I kept checking tumblr and instagram. Nothing.
I got home and checked her instagram. I immediately burst into tears.
Her aunt posted “please help. My neice has been missing since Friday sept 12 if you have any info call this number” she tagged people who commented on her photos. She posted on almost every photo.
I yelled. I screamed. I punched my bed and begged for this to not be what it was…
My gut feeling was right. Something had happened to her. I immediately assumed she was kidnapped and dead. Or she walked onto the train tracks and killed herself.
I needed to find a number to get in touch with her parents with her family. Something. I needed the story.
I eventually got in touch with her family. They said she ran away because she was so distraught. Dear god. She was reaching out for me and I gave her the cold shoulder. I was partially the cause of this.
I felt awful.
After a lot of crying I finally got word the next day that they know where she is but don’t have her yet.
But at least we know she’s alive and safe.
So I can sleep a little bit better … Just a little bit.
God I just want them to call me and tell me she’s okay. She’s with them. She’s safe and not on the street or with random guys houses trying to hide out.
Please. Please come home. Everyone misses you.
I miss you so much. So fucking much.