I stumbled back to grasp the something, anything, but there was nothing. I rammed into the wall. "What do you mean, 'she's gone'?"
"I mean your mother has been kidnaped."
I slid down to the point that I was sitting on the ground. "Wh-what? What am I going to do?"
"Please, let us handle this miss. We would like to ask you a few questions."
We both sat down on our couch. I stuck my head in my hands and cried silently. Then my dad stumbled out of his room. "Janet, what did you do?" he said referring to the cop.
"Dang it Dad! Mom's gone."
He stumbled back and seemed to be suddenly sober. "Joyce? She's gone?"
"I'm sorry sir."
His eyes filled with tears. "She's gone." He whimpered.
"Ms. Clyde, could we do this tomorrow afternoon, I think I should talk to your father first."
"Yeah, sure." I said wiping my tears away. I walked into my room and pulled my pillow over my head.
After the cop was gone, I went to work. As soon as I was done I came home, took a shower, and went to bed, sorta. I sat there awake almost all night.
That night I had a dream, no, not a dream, a nightmare. It ranged from my mom being tied up in the back of a car to the police finding her headless corps at the bottom of the pacific ocean.
I sat straight up in bed gasping for air. I was covered in sweat, my clothes and hair seemed to be glued to me. I tried to scream but I couldn't.
"It was just a dream." I whispered to myself repeatedly. I checked my alarm-clock, two minuets before it would go off. I stared at it till it went off.
"Janet!" said the astonished bus driver. "Your here on time today."
"Yeah, I woke up early this morning." I climbed into my normal seat. I was surprised to see Shane already on the bus. His normal dark rings under his eyes were almost completely gone.
Today seemed to go all to slow. I got in trouble multiple times for, well, everything. I walked into my class room for third period, Shane already sitting down had was smiling. This was clearly a rare sight.
I sat down. "Hey." I said halfheartedly.
His smile disappeared instantly. "You okay?"
"No, not really."
Just then our teacher walked in and gave a full blown lecture about something, I wasn't paying attention.
"What is the answer to my question?"
"Pi? I don't know or care"
He sighed. "This isn't math, Janet, it's-"
I stopped paying attention.
Lunch finally came. I sat by myself. Next thing I knew Shane was in the seat next to me. "What do you want?" I said dropping a fry back on my tray.
"I want to know what wrong with you."
"There's a lot, how much time do you got?"
He sighed. "What happened last night that made you all depressed today?"
"Why do you want to know?" I said not looking at him.
He shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought that maybe I could help."
"If you must know, my mother's missing."
"My mom was kidnaped."
It was silent for a minuet or two. "I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"It's not your fault."
"Yeah, but that's not going to stop me from feeling bad about the situation."
"You're the closest thing I have to a friend."
"For what it's worth you're the closest thing I've got to a friend too."
I smiled at this. Maybe I finally have a friend.