Ever since Zoey was young, she could always remember a faint sound whispering, ever so slightly into her ear. The sound was quiet though, always saying this the young girl would never bother to think. As she got older the voice began to emulate a friend. The first harsh and shrewd words were now shaped into something even Ebenezer Scrooge would drop a tear at.
"Don't worry," The amicable voice creaked at the girl, opening her eyes to start a new week. "I'll be here no matter what." Zoey gave out a palpable sigh in response. She gave a good act, but she couldn't deny the fact that she needed it, the voice to be more exact. It was the only thing getting her through the days of her pathetic life. Heck, it was the only reason she hasn't completely lost her mind. Lord knows she didn't have any friends, so other than that, she was a waste of breath. She pushed a myriad of terrible thoughts from surfacing as she got ready to shower. Her body, still drowsy, shivered from the feeling of the cold bare floor. The Teak Wood below her felt as if it had fused itself onto her person. Zoey had spent the entire night looking through papers, websites good and bad, and any other form she would get information. I feel like I'm almost there.
The warm water sent shivers through the woman's body. Each drop left an echo of its appearance as it traced the curves of her body, and trickled into the drain. Just a little more.
Memories of her and her mother danced in her mind as time went on. Zoey remembers the feeling of going home, only to see the woman that she held so dear, gone. That's weird. She usually got off around 12. She thought as she looked around the house. From the kitchen to the bedroom, to even the bathroom, nothing. Not even a single sound echoed through the corridors.
"Mom! Ya home yet." The sound of her voice broke the house of its silence. Any other day, Zoey would hug her mother as they both talked about their formidable, yet beautiful hair, or maybe they both gossiped about their churchmates. Anything at that point would've sealed the unnerving curiosity in her heart.
It's been three years since she felt the raw feeling that was sorrow. Three years of solitude and not knowing what her future held. Three years of being repeatedly matriculated, just to leave after a few weeks.
~bzzt~
"Who in the world is that?" The now clean girl growled as she made her way to the cacophonies that were her mind and phone. Who was calling at this time, and why? Her hair, damped with water, left an ever-noticeable trail as she traveled through her home. Zoey's eyes drifted back and forth from the laurel-green colored walls to the beautiful matched wood that trailed along the baseboard, door casing, and crown. While still being hasty, the ringing persisted. Zoey grabbed hold of the device and answered with sourness.
"Hello."
"Why hello there," Zoey could recognize that voice from a mile away. It was Amire. Amire was the direct opposite of Zoey. Ever since she could remember, Amire has always been the happy-go-lucky girl, which helped a lot over the past few years. From friends to best friends, to even lovers, that girl has never lost her spark. "What's wrong? You don't sound like yourself."
"Nah. I just thought it was a stupid spam call. What's up?" Hearing her apathetic voice caused a sorrowful feeling to consume her. She didn't want to seem unhappy, in actuality she liked speaking to someone for once.
"I actually," The Paragon of goodness paused, leaving a comfortable silence between the two. "I just wanted to make sure you're not spending all night researching."
"Well, too late." The two exchanged laughs. They didn't always see eye to eye, but when they did they got along like a house on fire. Of course, every couple was Prone to argue, but on the rare chance they did, it was mainly because of Zoey's incompetence. The conversation seemed to last forever as the two distracted themselves with different subjects.
"So, what did you find?" Amire's question Disparated itself from the continuous mumble. It all the same caused Zoey to smile.
"After searching through countless websites, some good, some not so legal" her voice rose in pitch as she scrolled through her handheld device. "I actually found someone to interrogate." The newly showered girl only got a screech of excitement in response. Amire was in fact, a mystery enthusiast. She worked as a library assistant and spent countless hours reading through any genre of book in existence. "I'm guessing that means you're coming."
"Of course I am." Those were the last words they exchanged before they left the call.