Last Seen in San Francisco
Darling, Close Your Eyes
Past events and thoughts will be in italics.
Present events and thoughts will be in normal text.
Lyla's POV
My first day here and I've already met someone who's willing to let me crash at their place. This could be luck or it could be a disaster waiting to happen. I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't anything about this person. I also don't know why she asked me to stay here, she doesn't know anything about me.
I let out a long sigh and continued walking. The walk was getting pretty boring, so I took my phone out of my backpack and went to the settings. I turned off the "Do Not Disturb" and turned on "Location Services", deciding it was still too early for my parents to attempt searching for me. They knew that I left for school at 6 a.m. and probably didn't bother checking in.
I scrolled through Instagram, seeing all the posts of friends and band members that I followed. Then I got a message. It was from Emma.
Emma: Hey, my key is under the plant.
Me: Thanks!
I continued walking until I reached Emma's place.
"Apartment 3, building B." I whispered to myself.
I around my feet, expecting there to be a plant somewhere on the concrete square in front of her door. I found nothing on the ground, and looked up. There was a plant hanging above my head, and a key taped onto the bottom of it.
"I guess people don't look here." I said, thinking out loud. I shrugged and un-taped the key from the plant. I proceeded to unlock the door to Emma's apartment, only to find the mess she had mentioned earlier.
"...You'll have to ignore the mess."I recalled in my head. I chuckled at the thought.
There was a couch and a television in the middle of the sketch covered room. I set my things down on one end of the couch and walked around the apartment. I found three more doors, two of them were bedrooms and the other was a bathroom. I looked at all the sketches, some of them were actually completed while others still awaited an outline.
I headed back over to the couch and sat down. The remote was on the cushion next to me, so I picked it up and flipped through the channels. Nothing good was on, except for some old cartoons, probably because it was only 7:30 a.m. Cartoon after cartoon passed until my stomach rumbled. I didn't want to eat Emma's food, so I grabbed my wallet and counted the stolen and crumpled bills inside.
"10, 11, 12...150 dollars." It wasn't much, but it was enough for food. I contemplated what I was going to do, finally deciding to text Emma and see if she would actually mind my eating her food.
Me: Do you mind if I eat something?
I waited for a response while watching the last few minutes of Scooby-Doo. My phone buzzed against the couches fabric, causing it to be slightly muffled. I picked it up, eyes still on the television and slid my finger over my phones screen.
Emma: I suppose you're referring to my food? IDC.
I read the text and smiled. The sound of Scooby and Shaggy screaming was no longer the sound coming from the television, instead it was some breaking news report. I looked from the kitchen pantry over to the TV in the living room.
On the screen was a familiar face, mine.
The news report was about me...
I let my eyes wander to the text in the bottom left of the screen, Lyla Stevenson was found missing this morning by her parents. As I read the text, all sound drowned out. All I could hear was a high-pitched frequency, ringing in my ears. I dropped the food in my hand and fell to the ground.
Emma's POV
There was a grin on my face, proving how content I was with today's finds. I managed to get quite the amount of inspiration for my sketches, but they were limited. Limited meaning it was only at this time and moment when I could get them, so I took so photos with my phone.
Lyla had texted me asking about food during one photo, I finished up and replied.
Lyla: Do you mind if I eat something?
Me: I suppose you're referring to my food? IDC.
Twenty-five minutes later and here I was, carrying grocery bags of food. I didn't know what she'd like so I got the basic fruits and vegetables, there was plenty of junk already in my pantry.
I set the bags down on the ground, now standing in front of my door. I looked up at the plant to make sure Lyla found the key. She did. I got out my own key to the apartment and unlocked the door.
"Lyla?!" I called out, my voice echoing throughout the small apartment.
There was no response. I shrugged and figured she either didn't like what she saw or she was sleeping. I picked up the bags from the ground and shut the door with my foot. As I was walking in the kitchen I tripped over something. The food rolled out of the bags and I turned to see that Lyla was on the ground. I cupped my hands over my mouth in disbelief that I just tripped over a human being.
"How did I not see her?" I thought. I crawled over to her and made sure she was okay. She seemed fine, but she wasn't awake. I began to shake her back and forth until I realized that the television was on. I stopped for a moment, then I picked Lyla up and carried her over to the couch.
My eyes searched for the remote as I set her down. Remote in hand and Lyla now laying out on my couch I rewound the television until I reached a news report. Lyla's face was on the screen and it said that she had been found missing earlier this morning. My face was overcome with expressions of shock and confusion. She had said she was eighteen so it didn't matter if she stayed here, but all I could think about is what had made her pass out. Was it this?
I heard someone stirring behind me, my head snapped around to see Lyla waking up. Her hands went up to here face, then to her head.
"My head hurts like a bitch." She mumbled. I managed a laugh, what do I do?
Present events and thoughts will be in normal text.
Lyla's POV
My first day here and I've already met someone who's willing to let me crash at their place. This could be luck or it could be a disaster waiting to happen. I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't anything about this person. I also don't know why she asked me to stay here, she doesn't know anything about me.
I let out a long sigh and continued walking. The walk was getting pretty boring, so I took my phone out of my backpack and went to the settings. I turned off the "Do Not Disturb" and turned on "Location Services", deciding it was still too early for my parents to attempt searching for me. They knew that I left for school at 6 a.m. and probably didn't bother checking in.
I scrolled through Instagram, seeing all the posts of friends and band members that I followed. Then I got a message. It was from Emma.
Emma: Hey, my key is under the plant.
Me: Thanks!
I continued walking until I reached Emma's place.
"Apartment 3, building B." I whispered to myself.
I around my feet, expecting there to be a plant somewhere on the concrete square in front of her door. I found nothing on the ground, and looked up. There was a plant hanging above my head, and a key taped onto the bottom of it.
"I guess people don't look here." I said, thinking out loud. I shrugged and un-taped the key from the plant. I proceeded to unlock the door to Emma's apartment, only to find the mess she had mentioned earlier.
"...You'll have to ignore the mess."I recalled in my head. I chuckled at the thought.
There was a couch and a television in the middle of the sketch covered room. I set my things down on one end of the couch and walked around the apartment. I found three more doors, two of them were bedrooms and the other was a bathroom. I looked at all the sketches, some of them were actually completed while others still awaited an outline.
I headed back over to the couch and sat down. The remote was on the cushion next to me, so I picked it up and flipped through the channels. Nothing good was on, except for some old cartoons, probably because it was only 7:30 a.m. Cartoon after cartoon passed until my stomach rumbled. I didn't want to eat Emma's food, so I grabbed my wallet and counted the stolen and crumpled bills inside.
"10, 11, 12...150 dollars." It wasn't much, but it was enough for food. I contemplated what I was going to do, finally deciding to text Emma and see if she would actually mind my eating her food.
Me: Do you mind if I eat something?
I waited for a response while watching the last few minutes of Scooby-Doo. My phone buzzed against the couches fabric, causing it to be slightly muffled. I picked it up, eyes still on the television and slid my finger over my phones screen.
Emma: I suppose you're referring to my food? IDC.
I read the text and smiled. The sound of Scooby and Shaggy screaming was no longer the sound coming from the television, instead it was some breaking news report. I looked from the kitchen pantry over to the TV in the living room.
On the screen was a familiar face, mine.
The news report was about me...
I let my eyes wander to the text in the bottom left of the screen, Lyla Stevenson was found missing this morning by her parents. As I read the text, all sound drowned out. All I could hear was a high-pitched frequency, ringing in my ears. I dropped the food in my hand and fell to the ground.
Emma's POV
There was a grin on my face, proving how content I was with today's finds. I managed to get quite the amount of inspiration for my sketches, but they were limited. Limited meaning it was only at this time and moment when I could get them, so I took so photos with my phone.
Lyla had texted me asking about food during one photo, I finished up and replied.
Lyla: Do you mind if I eat something?
Me: I suppose you're referring to my food? IDC.
Twenty-five minutes later and here I was, carrying grocery bags of food. I didn't know what she'd like so I got the basic fruits and vegetables, there was plenty of junk already in my pantry.
I set the bags down on the ground, now standing in front of my door. I looked up at the plant to make sure Lyla found the key. She did. I got out my own key to the apartment and unlocked the door.
"Lyla?!" I called out, my voice echoing throughout the small apartment.
There was no response. I shrugged and figured she either didn't like what she saw or she was sleeping. I picked up the bags from the ground and shut the door with my foot. As I was walking in the kitchen I tripped over something. The food rolled out of the bags and I turned to see that Lyla was on the ground. I cupped my hands over my mouth in disbelief that I just tripped over a human being.
"How did I not see her?" I thought. I crawled over to her and made sure she was okay. She seemed fine, but she wasn't awake. I began to shake her back and forth until I realized that the television was on. I stopped for a moment, then I picked Lyla up and carried her over to the couch.
My eyes searched for the remote as I set her down. Remote in hand and Lyla now laying out on my couch I rewound the television until I reached a news report. Lyla's face was on the screen and it said that she had been found missing earlier this morning. My face was overcome with expressions of shock and confusion. She had said she was eighteen so it didn't matter if she stayed here, but all I could think about is what had made her pass out. Was it this?
I heard someone stirring behind me, my head snapped around to see Lyla waking up. Her hands went up to here face, then to her head.
"My head hurts like a bitch." She mumbled. I managed a laugh, what do I do?
Notes
Introductory chapters are almost over, fun things should occur in the next chapter.I'm still trying to decide an update day, most likely Saturday or Sunday...
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