(JACE)
What does it mean to want something? What does it mean to fight for something to the point that it hurts? When does the pain go away?
As we walked into the building I looked around. The place really was broken down. The chairs, tables, and everything else had been overturned by the police as they searched the place. I was then led up a flight of staircase, and into a pitch-black room. As soon as I walked in, an officer walked up to me holding a bunch of cloth pieces, I looked up at him wondering what he was trying to say.
"These are pieces of ripped clothes, more so a shirt. This isn't much since we can't really tell what type of shirt it is, but...."
He was still talking, but I couldn't listen. I was paying attention to the pieces of clothing he was holding up. They looked very familiar. It was when the light coming from the sudden opening of the door that I knew.
"It's hers."
"Are you sure sir, we want to find her, but not with false evidence?"
"No, it really is hers. I remember. We had gone for a date and on the way, we both got custom-made couple shirts. It is defiantly hers."
The officer looked at me one more time before turning to his co-workers on the side and motioned for them to come closer.
"Search the room. It seems this is where she was kept. Maybe there will be some sort of clue that we find. Leave no stone unturned."
"YES SIR!"
And with that, like the torn apart the previous room, they tore apart this room. They really didn't leave any stone unturned. They checked each wall, stone by stone, but then I remembered something. THE STORY!. I had completely forgotten, but the person had written another chapter. If it really was Mave, then she must have left some sort of clue. I re-read the first chapter just in case I missed anything, before finally reading the last added chapter. And as I read it, something caught my eyes.
"The room I am being kept in is really cold, so I think it is either the basement or attic. If anyone out there somehow finds me, at the window on the wall, 20 bricks down, and 15 to the left, you will find all the notes that can maybe help you."
A small window. I looked around and there it was. A small window was installed very high on the wall. I walked up to the window, 20 bricks down....20 bricks.....20...15. HERE. I found a brick in the wall that had been gammed in. I tried getting it out, but it wouldn't bug. I turned around and saw one of the officers. I called him over and asked if he could use his baton to try and to knock it out. It took a while, but after we were finally able to break it out of its' spot. As soon I the brick slipped out, out came an on-pour of slips of papers. Very soon the other officers had started to come crowd around us. I picked up a couple of papers, and I couldn't help but start crying.
"Mave!"
It was her handwriting, they were all her handwriting. I started reading through all of them. Most were about how she missed me, and all her other friends, how she wished she could go home. I had gotten lost in all the notes, that I hadn't noticed the officer that approached me.
"Umm....sir, do you happen to know who Dale might be, 'cause he seems to be the one who took your girlfriend."
He held out a piece of paper to me. It read, "Someone please help me. I don't know how long I can hold Dale back."
Dale, Dale...It suddenly hit me, "Her ex! He's here ex." The officer nodded, turned around, and walked off to tell the head-officer of the force. How could I not have realized it, but then where would they be now? They could be anywhere in the world. I kept on thinking, but as I walked by a group of policemen, I overheard their conversation.
"Sir, we finally got an answer from the airport after we gave them the name. It said that someone with the name and a female had bought a ticket that stopped at Washington. But the problem is, we don't know where in Washington." They didn't know, but I did.
"Her father. I can only think of one person who lives there and it is her father."
"Do you know his address, sir?"
"No, we never went to see him since they were never on good terms."
"Okay, for now, we will make our way there, then we can figure the rest out after. EVERYONE MOVE OUT!!!"
Yes, YES! This is the right direction. We are one step closer. Just a little more and we will finally be able to find her. Just a little more, and I will finally have her back. I was happy about the new development, but why did it feel as if I was something missing? I walked out of the house and looked up at the sky. It was dark as if trying to warn me about the approaching force. Whatever it was, it was coming, and really fast.
SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON
1 hour later and we are still on the train. I have sat here and watched as people walked by and left. No one seemed to think there was anything out of place between Dale and I. As more people left, I started to lose the little bit of hope that I had left. No one was coming for me, no one was going to help me. This was it for me. My new life, my new story. The thought of this possibility brought about the tears that I had been holding in. One, then two, then five, and then all at once.
"….sorry, but this is the last stop. You have to get off."
I looked at the train driver. No, please no. I tried to say something, but before the words could leave my mouth I was dragged off. This was my life now. I guess I just have to accept it.