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 Created on 10-18-07
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This didn’t make sense. Adi slammed her fist into the mirror, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Her hand bled and one piece of glass had flown past her face, cutting her cheek, but she didn’t care. She had found Adam, and had lost him for the second time. She could never forgive herself now, she could never –
“ADI, ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Adi sat up straight, stunned. She realized her face was wet. Had she been crying? She felt strangely empty and couldn’t figure out why. She heard kids snickering behind her and turned to look. Where was she? When the smirking kids saw her staring wondrously at them they instantly went straight faced. She was so confused.
“Adi, face the front of the room.” She turned around again. A sinewy woman was smiling at her, though her eyes were unkind. She had one arm on Adi’s arm, and she pointed to the black board. “Do you know the answer?”
“N-no, I do not,” Adi said, embarrassed. She didn’t even know the question. Now she remembered though. She was at school; the woman who seemed to have a plastic mouth was Ms. Marian, and she must have fallen asleep during her monotonic teachings. Her dream had felt so real; she couldn’t believe it was all in her head. The rest of the day Adi drifted in and out of awareness, not focusing during any of her classes.
When she got home she ran up to her room and plopped herself onto her bed. Laying her face onto her pillow she immediately brought it back up again, feeling a sharp pain in her cheek. Reaching up, her fingers gingerly traced a cut on her cheek. She looked at her hand and saw multiple jagged cuts slashing across and around her fingers, criss-crossing here and there. She loosely remembered breaking a mirror…
“Find me, Adi.”
Adi put her hand over her ears. This isn’t real, she thought.
“Find me,” Adi could still hear Adam repeating those words. It was as if hearing them had tattooed them on her brain. She knew they would never quit haunting her until she found Adam. Was he alive? She needed to know.
Adi climbed up the stairs to the attic, sneezing as her feet kicked up dust. She turned over a box full of old photographs and nearly cried again seeing Adam smile. There was Adam with his new bike, Adam at his 10th birthday party, Adam after scoring a goal in soccer, then Adam the night before he disappeared. Adi set aside the other pictures and studied this one. Adam was 13 years old, and had just come back from a camping trip his school had taken. He was tired and it showed in the picture. He had come home, gone straight to bed, woken up the next morning, gone to school, and never returned. Adi’s mother was hysterical, calling everyone, driving through the streets until 1 in the morning, posting up signs. All of this bore no results.
Then one day when Adi was walking home from school she heard gun shots in the distance. Two men had come running out of a nearby alley and one was chasing them. Adi had pressed herself up against a wall and hadn’t dared to breathe when they ran by. Even after they had passed she stayed where she was. When she finally did take a breath again and start to walk home she heard a voice crying, “Find me, Adi…”
She had stiffened and walked faster, following the voice. She knew it was Adam, he had to be hurt, and she had to help. Then she turned a corner and saw him on the ground. He looked so miserable that Adi began to panic. “Adi, I tried to get back, I did. I tried to run away, but I couldn’t find you soon enough.”
“It’s ok, I’m here now. We can go home now.”
“No, Adi. I can’t.” Adi noticed the blood then. It was coming out of his side and out of his leg. He had been shot twice?
“Adam! We have to go to a hospital now!” Adam looked at Adi. He wanted to say something else, she knew it, but he never said it. Instead footsteps were heard and Adam told her to hide. So she ducked behind a dumpster and she watched as a man came and kicked Adam where she thought he had been shot. She wanted to cry out for him to stop but she knew it wouldn’t do anything. Again and again the man kicked Adam until he stopped crying out in pain. “This should teach you to mind your own business, you little punk,”Comments
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