The Lost One

Cassy Cameel wasn’t very popular, but she had so many people who loved her. Why was she the one to leave? Why not a cat or a street rat or something? Cassy was so nice to everyone. She had blond hair that she would naturally get highlights before summer. She wasn’t tall but about average, and she was on the school track team. She had two best friends, Linn Bray and Haylee Jordan. Linn went missing after some problem with her dad, and Haylee went missing just before another one of Cassy's friend’s, his name was Blake Rider. He and Haylee had just started to become friends when it all happened. Most people say Cassy was afraid of having the same thing happen to her and just left, but they don’t know the real story.

It was a nice Spring morning in Texarkana, and Cassy had just woken up. Her hair was messy, and her shirt was on backwards, but she was still marvelous to look at. She was on her way to the kitchen to get some breakfast when all this sudden, her phone started to make a sound it had never made before. Cassy gripped the phone in fear of what she saw. Haylee and Linn were trying to face time her! She didn’t answer it at first, but they kept calling her. The sound would get louder every time she hit decline, but finally Cassy couldn’t take it anymore, so she answered. Her screen went black and all she could hear were loud screams and scratching. She tried to say something but was to afraid. Her phone shut off.

Cassy was so scared to pick up her phone that she left it there, on the coffee table, staring at it every moment that she was home. She had come right from school on the Thursday of her first date since Blake went missing. Cassy didn’t go find a dress, she didn’t put on makeup, she didn’t even tell him that she was staying home. Now Blake and Cassy weren’t dating, but she was petrified to be such good friends with someone and them leave her for the wolves. Instead, she just sat on her leather worn couch in the same spot she always did. She had been sitting there all night and it was about two in the morning. Her phone started to make that noise again. Not Haylee nor Linn, this time it was Blake. She answered. 

“Hello?” She shook.

“Cassy! Thank god you’re okay.” He looked worried, and he looked just like his normal self all at the same time. “You need to get out of that house. Now!”

“Why? What’s wrong? How are you calling me?” Cassy was so confused that she didn’t even care why she had to leave.

“Please. I’ll explain on the way,” he said.

“Okay.”

Blake told Cassy about what happened to both Linn and Haylee, and that he knew what was going to happen to Cassy if she didn’t leave. Cassy couldn’t believe that at least Linn was okay. Blake told Cassy that Haylee didn’t write the note in her locker, and that he went to go find her. He was almost in tears when he told her the rest.

“Cassy, Haylee didn’t drown. She wasn’t taken either.” He had a single tear in his eye. “She was alive when I saw her.” He couldn’t bring himself to tell her over the phone. “Come meet me at Small Rock Park, I'll finish there.” He hung up.

She was almost to the park when she tripped over a twig on the ground. She caught herself and walked up to a bench under what people call the ‘Flag Tree’. She texted Blake to see where he was, and he didn’t answer for about ten to fifteen minutes, so she called him. He answered, but it wasn’t him she heard. The person’s voice was deep and scratchy. She couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl, so she kept listening to it. 

It said: “Blake is with me. Come to the old town bank on the West side. If you get here in time, maybe you can save him. Or maybe you’ll be next.”

Cassy dropped her phone. This is what Blake wanted to hide me from she thought. Her mind was racing, and she couldn’t breathe. She passed out, right there, without Blake, by herself. She was awake but couldn’t move. Her body was paralyzed, and she was in a bright room. Cassy moved her eyes around to see where she was. The bank! Cassy saw the old safe near the desks. She saw the broken red chairs that had been demolished by termites in the past years.  Blake was there too; he was staring at her from a far. He folded his arms and slowly walked over. He looked at her, said he was sorry and that he was going to see her soon and faded away as Cassy’s eyes closed along with the faint sound of crying beside her. She was gone. Lifeless. Dead. Blake looked her small body. He kept saying 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Blood was dripping from Cassy’s left side near her heart. Blake walked, away knife in hand and Linn tied to the table beside of Cassy.