𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✪ 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝟎𝟎𝟖 ✪ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

Later that night, I got another phone call saying that Tatum, one of my best friends, was also missing. I felt like everyone was against me. I wasn't having anymore visions, which I got really annoyed at. This all happened yesterday.

It was Saturday, and I was chilling at home watching TV, until I got a call from somebody. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello. It's Tatum's dad." The man said. "Oh. Hi Tatum's dad." I say not really knowing if he knew about Tatum or not. I assumed he did though. "I'm sorry about Tatum." I say sighing. "It's alright. I know she's probably dead so it doesn't really matter." He says. I frowned. Who would say such a thing? Especially about his own daughter who went missing? That's just messed up.

"Was there anything you needed, sir?" I ask him politely, wanting to get this over with. "I just wanted to say.."
"Don't go looking for her. I mean it." He says with a stern voice. I gulped. "Why— why not?" I ask him, confused. "Because I said so." He says. "I won't. Have a good day sir." I say hanging up before he could say anything. That was the most strangest, weirdest, phone call, I have ever gotten.

I went back to the living room to finish my show, but suddenly I didn't feel like it. Instead, i felt like crying. My dad was out to get groceries, so it was just me. All alone.

I went into my room and plopped onto my bed. I stared at the wall for a minute, then started bursting into tears. "Why is this happening?" I choked out. "Why did they have to go?!" I say angrily while sobbing.

I sobbed for an hour, until my dad came back. He heard me crying and went into my room. "Gwenny.." he says and comes over and sits next to me. "Are you okay?" He whispers. "I just— I just don't understand why they had to go. Why they had to be kidnapped." I say and start sobbing again. My father pulled me into a tight hug and reassured me that everything will be fine and they will be found. "They won't be found dad!" I say pulling away. "None of the kids who went missing the past few years were found! They never even found a body." I say and starting crying even more. I missed my brother. I missed my friend. I missed them so much words can't explain.

My dad comforted me more, until I finally calmed down. "I'm gonna go whip up some food, okay sweetheart?" He says. I nodded my head and he got up and left. That was the only time my dad ever actually comforted me and acted liked he cared. I laid my head down and drifted off into sleep, with stained tears down my face.

TATUM'S POV:

I woke up, feeling thirsty. It was pitch black. I looked up at the prison cell window, and saw that there were stars. It was most likely midnight, I wouldn't know though. I looked over at Finney, and I could see a lot more clearly, since my eyes adjusted to the dark. I saw that Finney was sleeping, snoring lightly. His arms were still around my waist, so I gently picked up his arms and put them off of me. I needed some light, and remembered that Finney still had that little rocket spaceship thingy that had a light connected to it. I grabbed it off from the floor and turned it on. There was no water, of course, so the only thing I could do was drink toilet water.

I know, absolutely disgusting. I almost threw up at the thought of it, but I needed some water in my mouth, so it was toilet water or dehydration. I went with the first option. It was warm, and not good at all. But I drank more of it. I sat down against the wall, with the lightbulb that was by the toilet, turned on. I was still holding the spaceship rocket thingy, and saw that it had dried up blood on it.

I started looking at more closely, and realized that it was pretty sharp. I took a deep breathe. I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway. I lifted up my shaky arm, and took deep breaths. I started crying, feeling like I was about to have a panic attack. I suddenly couldn't breath. I was shaking. I put the rocket right in front of my wrist, and cut into my wrist with it.

I started cutting myself all over my wrists. It hurt and stung, but I did it anyway. I now was crying and shaking, to the point where I couldn't breathe whatsoever. I dropped the rocket and looked at my wrists, feeling guilty. I heard footsteps, but didn't dare to look up, thinking that it could be the grabber.

"Tatum.. what are you doing?" He asks me. I look up and see Finney. "I'm sorry. I know it was wrong of me." I say choking out and frantically looking at my wrists. Finney rushed over to me and saw the rocket and my wrists. "You— you did this to yourself?" He asks putting his hand on my shoulder. He looked like he had sympathy and was actually concerned. I looked up at him and nodded slowly. "Finn— i— I can't breathe." I say shakily. He knew I was having a panic attack.

"It's okay. It's okay." He repeated. "Just breathe, okay?" He says putting an arm around me. "Listen to me." He says and I look up at him. "Take a deep breathe—" he demonstrates. I obey and do exactly what he says. "And out—" he says and I continue to do what he says. He repeats the same thing over again and I could now actually breathe. I felt more calm. "I'm sorry Finney." He says. "Shhh.. it's okay." He says lifting me up from the ground. "I know you knew it was wrong." He says slowly making his way over to the bed with the rocket in his hand. He sat me down on the bed and turned on the little rocket light.

He grabbed my wrists and carefully looked at the cuts. "Please don't do this to yourself anymore. It's not good." He says looking up with tears forming his eyes. I sigh. "I'm sorry Finney." I say and pull him into a hug. His arms wrap around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you to much for you to be doing that to yourself." He whispered into my ear. I blushed and felt butterflies form in my stomach. "I know. I'll try to stop. It's just hard." I say and pull away from the hug. "I understand. Let's get some sleep, okay?" He says and I nod my head.

I laid down and Finney wrapped his hands around my waist, and snuggled his head into my chest. I started playing with his curly, fluffy, hair, and soon drifted off into a good sleep.

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This chapter is lowkey sad. I hope it was entertaining though 😏😏 anyways, it's about to actually get interesting. Also, this book is gonna be like 30 chapters long, so I hope y'all like long books!🥰🥰

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Sunday, May 28th, 2023