Heather was going crazy looking for May. She searched every possible place she could find her but didn't find her in the end. Even at her Grandma's house. She didn't find her. Let alone anyone or anything.
The house that was supposed to be May's Grandma's house was not even a house. It was a abandoned warehouse. An old warehouse, with old machines and dust with cobwebs everywhere. She called May to ask again and again but got "the number is reachable"
At first, she thought that she had the address mistaken. She triple checked it and it was correct. This was the place. Okay fine. She checked the entire place. With all the dust and cobwebs, she checked everything. Still nothing, Not even a clue. Fine, she went ahead to even ask around. Maybe they just went out or something. There was definitely something, she hoped to find at least something. But nothingwas found.
Everytime..."May where are ya?"..."well my Grandma, she..."...every single time..."Where are going this time?"..." My noona is sick again"... every... freaking... time..."What's it this time?"..."Grandma's doctor called about her treatment..."
Tears rolled down her eyes with her finger between her teeth as she recalled all that. 'Where the hell are you!!!" She screamed out in her car as she lowered her head to the steering. 'Where are you...' she mumbled through tears.
She kept on picturing the worst possible outcome. 'That stretcher...it had a, a wo-woman on it...Oh God... where are you?' she shut her eyes to cry.
She was still searching around town. She was asking a few people of they had seen her anywhere. She was so desperate to find her best friend. She one of the fewest people Heather cared about.
'Oh bro, I need a drink quick' Charles sneered. Christopher stopped the car so they could get a drink. He really needed it as well. Things haven't been going right with him. He had to cool his head. 'Wait a minute!' Charles exclaimed. 'What now!' ' ' wait a second, isn't that your beauty queen' ' what beauty queen?' Christopher asked reluctantly. ' what? Did I hear right?' ' yes 'cause I don't get what you are saying?'
'Bro? What is with you these days you are being awkward' 'how's that?' 'You are different, I just told you about your beauty queen and-' 'I don't have a beauty queen' ' what? Are you kidding me now, it's Heather Melvin, your Hea-' 'Heather is not my anything' he corrected. 'Wait since when?' Christopher ignored him.
'Come Bro, tell me...' as Charles continued to rumble, Christopher looked at the beauty. She was as beautiful as always. He smiled a little lost in the daze. Then...he flickered a little, when a sudden unpleasant memory flashed in his mind. He immediately, looked away. He was suddenly sweating and fidgeting. 'Bro what's up, why are you-' 'let's just go, I don't what a drink again' Christopher declared and dashed back to the car. 'Hey but I already ordered- hey wait up. What is this?' Charles complained.
Christopher had to get out there, and fast. Somethings just couldn't explain itself neither could they be understood. And this was definitely one of the those somethings.