Confronting Everything Cobalt

Chapter 1: Day Eventually Turns To Night

Waking up is the best part of the day, why? I get to wake up to her.
I get to open my eyes to the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my existence, the most beautiful thing that also saw something in me.
The way I gaze at her without her noticing my secret smile or hidden thoughts of pure joy, the way her back is turned to me so I can focus on her short, midnight blue punk hair, her favourite plain, grey crop top with purposeful ripped holes in them, the same with her grey and gloomy high waisted jeans, her pale skin glistening in the small rays of sunlight that peep through uninvitedly between the gaps of the moss coloured curtains, but most importantly, I get to decide how to greet her in the mornings - my favourite part of the day, who doesn't love being hugged from behind unexpectedly?
I crack my wrists silently, but not to the point where I can't hear the faint crackles of each relief as I stretch my arms upwards, focusing on the subtle music coming from her small, black earphones on top of her head, making her ocean hair become little waves floating above her headphones.
I give out a little relieved sigh as I put my arms back down by the side of me on the silky, magenta coloured sheets, the duvet half fallen by the side of the caramelized, double framed bed.
I sit up as quietly as possible, still gazing at her as she begins to bop her head to the sound of whatever music she is listening to - most likely Bon Jovi or Rammstein.
I smile, watching her in her moment as she taps frantically on her rainbow keyboard, the lighting of the keyboard changing from red, to pink, to blue to green in the space of five seconds each, her chocolate eyes fixated on her favourite game - league of legends.
I look over to the silky, dirty coloured green curtains, having a staring contest with the rays of light that shine through the sides to get my attention for them to be let in more.
I smile more, knowing this is the life I wanted, this is the life that I chose without hesitation, this is what twenty four year old me worked so hard for, especially for her.
I look back at her, her long, ripped jeans legs now both up on the blue office chair we stole from a drunken night out, the chair slightly spinning from side to side as she seats her hips, still concentrating on her game, her figure now in a frog like position with her blood coloured doc martins scraping into half of the seat she is perched upon, one of my biggest pet peeves.
I roll my eyes slightly before looking at the chestnut coloured drawer beside me, my small white iPhone lying peacefully next to the blue lava lamp.
I press my home screen button, wiping my chestnut eyes, getting rid of the excess sleep before slowly and quietly peeling over to look at the time. 01:42pm.
I widen my eyes, knowing this is the longes river ever slept in, especially on a Sunday.
I let go of my phone and frantically look at Jewel who is still in the same frog like position, her fingers frantically typing tapping on her keyboard as if it's her last chance at life.
I stare at her figure again, wondering when she woke up, and how long she has been playing this game for...
I then smile menacingly, thinking of how to let her know that I have awoken from my slumber, until I figured it out.
I pull the silky covers from me delicately and gently place both of my light, caramel skin legs off of the bed, barely reaching the cream carpet.
I silently as possible stand up, my silky, plain night dress following in my footsteps as it slithers off of the bed with me and stops at my thighs, blowing gently with my every move, not making any sound, looking back at her and the floor every few seconds to make sure my plan works.
I do the zombie motion, you know, when you creep up behind someone and you bend your knees slightly whilst you have your arms slightly outwards, your hands in a defense but clenched position as if you're in Michael Jackson's thriller music video.
One step, two step, I whisper to myself, watching Jewels' head still bob along to her strange tunes.
I stand right behind her, staring at the blue whisks that stand arched on top of her head where her headphones have pushed them out of their comfort zone.
"Boo!", I loudly scream, watching her whole previous frog body go into shock, like an injured fly when a spider comes into contact with it.
I laugh as she quickly jerked her legs off of the chair, knowing fair well that I hate when she does that.
"I guess I deserved that for the feet on the chair rule didn't I?", Jewel explained with a slight hint of laughter but also nervousness, her black nail polished index finger pressing a singular button to pause her game, her other hand taking off her headphones as well as brushing her hair back into place after placing them down.
"Mhm", I respond quietly but in a cute manner, watching her face turn around towards me along with the chair and her body, both of her pale hands reaching for my waist, my eyes meeting hers as she looks me up and down.
"How're you both feeling?", she asks politely, placing both of her hands on my stomach before proceeding to grab my hand and kiss it.
"We've both been feeling good, a little kick here and there...", I respond happily.
"Not too long until he or she is here, six more weeks to go not so little one!", She exclaims excitedly, looking up into my eyes once again, smiling and standing up, her chocolate eyes now looking down at me, her hands slowly moving around my hips and she places her forehead on mine, not letting the tension from our eyes disconnect.
"I love you, I can't wait until we move and get this little one sorted", Jewel chirpily mutters, looking down at my stomach, sorting out the creases that flow over the babys' little temporary cave, her left hand still moving up and down my waist, her right hand now moving from the creases to my hair as she begins to stroke out my dyed, blonde curls.
I still gaze into her eyes as they are now focused on my bed head curls, her thin pink lips begging me for affection, as I go onto my tip toes, scrunching my eyes and putting my lips, giving her the usual sign of wanting a cheeky peck.
She grabs my face with the hand that was stroking the messy curls back into place, her thumb right pushing my left cheek into my teeth, her other right fingers doing the same with my right cheek, her lips locking onto mine, the sweet sound of love - affectionate silence.
She lets go of my lips with her lips, purposefully making a loud 'mwah' noise she she deeply giggles and sits back in her chair, one knee up for her arm to rest upon and she nervously but excitedly swivels slightly from side to side.
I roll my eyes at her playfully and turn around, flaunting my figure slightly, slapping my bottom lightly and slowly turning my head back around to look at her reaction, which to not my surprise is 'the up and down checking you out look' with a follow up of a whit whoo whistle.
In that moment it was perfect, the atmosphere was perfect, the weather was perfect, the whole being pregnant was perfect, she was perfect... that was until the word perfect was no longer a word in my dictionary, perfect didn't last, perfect became a whole new word - nightmare.
That night Jewel never came back from her job as a tattoo shop assistant, she never messaged or rang me to say where she went, or if she was safe.
No one heard from her, not friends, not family, not even her own mother who she loved dearly and spoke over tue phone at least once a day.
The police were in touch a few days later, Jewels' mother rang the police two days after there was no contact from her right after her ninety seven year old grandfather sadly passed away from natural causes, Jewel loved and looked up to her grandfather ever since she was a little child causing mayhem, it was strange that she would miss his funeral and not pay her respects.
I rang the police a few more days after that to file a missing persons' report, there was posters put up of her, describing what she looked like, I was praying someone would call from the posters, she was very unique looking and easy to spot, but nothing, only a few prank calls from teenagers who's numbers I had to block.
A week goes by and the police have no leads, not even from the tattoo shop which is only ten minutes away from our house by walking l, they said she left at the usual time of 11:24pm, they close at 11:30pm, it was a Sunday when she last went, it was now almost the next Sunday and still nothing.
I cried every night for that week, thinking to myself on what happened, did she run away? Did she get into a fight and went to a hospital? Did she re think her life choices with me? Did she know about her grandfather and wanted some time alone?
There's so sky unanswered questions, I am pregnant with our baby, I do not work as she wanted to do the income.
Every night I lay in our bed and stare at the computer she would sit at every Sunday before work, reminiscing about the last time I saw her, the last kiss we had, the touch of her hands on my waist and stomach, the way her deep but soft voice felt in my heart and ears.
I want her to come back, I can't bear the thoughts anymore on what happened that night, why the police have no leads, why she would skip her grandfathers funeral, but most importantly, why it went from rays of sunshine to a sudden thunderstorm.
What happened to Jewel?...