Week 3
72 hours. I feel sick, I'm barely awake, and I haven't cracked a smile in weeks. I'm just sitting here, wasting away looking at a pile of uselessness. All these papers, these articles, the photos...every single one of them a dead end! I'm empty handed, with still no idea where he is. Where is he!? I just want one little clue, that's all. Something to give me a slight idea of where I should look. Apparently I'm asking too much. It's been three agonizing weeks, and all I have is paper covering this desk and wall. I....I've had it. I just want this nightmare to end! I'm sick and tired of not knowing what's going on with Tim! I'm sick of wondering if he's alive or not! All I want is---
"S...Stephanie?"
Mike? It's so late. What's he doing here?
"Yeah?"
"Me and Jerrick shook down the Broker. He had nothing."
"So another dry trail?"
"Indeed. I'm...I'm very sorry."
".......I had it......."
"What?"
I wasn't lying. I really did have enough. and I was done bottling it all up, too. I tore myself out of my chair and kicked it across the room. Everything in my head just seemed to...break.
"I'M SICK OF THIS!!! I'M SICK OF DEAD ENDS!!! I'M SICK OF NOTHING HAPPENING!!!"
By this time I've knocked all the scraps off the desk and let it all hit the floor. There was a laptop and some other electronics that broke once they met the floor tiles. I was just too angry, I didn't care. When the desk was empty, I picked it and threw it against the wall, hitting a cabinet along the way.
"I JUST WANT IT TO END!!! I JUST WANT HIM BACK!!!"
I stand there in the mess I made, papers all over the floor, a broken chair, dents in the wall from the desk slamming it. This is where everything shifted. I go from standing up completely blinded by anger, to just falling against the wall, my hands buried in my face, crying like a baby. Truth be told, I don't think I've sobbed this hard since when I was eight and my mom nearly overdosed herself. And I thought that was the worst day of my life. Looks like I have a new one now. I just want to roll over and die now. I can't take anymore of this. I...I wish Tim was here.
"Stephanie....please, listen to me."
Mike again. I get a bad feeling he's asked that more than once now. I was too busy crying my eyes out to hear him the first few times...I pull my face out of my hands and look up at him, tears still rolling down my face. I look in his eyes. I've never seen such a solemn look in someone's eyes
"Stephanie....Timothy is one of the kindest people I've met in my life. I can't begin to tell you how much I owe him. It's the whole reason I'm even here. Whoever did this will pay, Stephanie. We will find Timothy and bring him back home. I swear upon my wife and son's grave, we will. Even if it kills me."
"*sniff* ...th-thank you...."
"Don't worry....Why..why don't you get some rest? I'll clean this up for you, okay?"
"Okay...."
Great, a night of crying myself to sleep. Just what I want to do....
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Well, this is a sad one. Perhaps the easter eggs will brighten things up?
Week 3
72 hours. I feel sick, I'm barely awake, and I haven't cracked a smile in weeks. I'm just sitting here, wasting away looking at a pile of uselessness. All these papers, these articles, the photos...every single one of them a dead end! I'm empty handed, with still no idea where he is. Where is he!? I just want one little clue, that's all. Something to give me a slight idea of where I should look. Apparently I'm asking too much. It's been three agonizing weeks, and all I have is paper covering this desk and wall. I....I've had it. I just want this nightmare to end! I'm sick and tired of not knowing what's going on with Tim! I'm sick of wondering if he's alive or not! All I want is---
"S...Stephanie?"
Mike? It's so late. What's he doing here?
"Yeah?"
"Me and Jerrick shook down the Broker. He had nothing."
"So another dry trail?"
"Indeed. I'm...I'm very sorry."
".......I had it......."
"What?"
I wasn't lying. I really did have enough. and I was done bottling it all up, too. I tore myself out of my chair and kicked it across the room. Everything in my head just seemed to...break.
"I'M SICK OF THIS!!! I'M SICK OF DEAD ENDS!!! I'M SICK OF NOTHING HAPPENING!!!"
By this time I've knocked all the scraps off the desk and let it all hit the floor. There was a laptop and some other electronics that broke once they met the floor tiles. I was just too angry, I didn't care. When the desk was empty, I picked it and threw it against the wall, hitting a cabinet along the way.
"I JUST WANT IT TO END!!! I JUST WANT HIM BACK!!!"
I stand there in the mess I made, papers all over the floor, a broken chair, dents in the wall from the desk slamming it. This is where everything shifted. I go from standing up completely blinded by anger, to just falling against the wall, my hands buried in my face, crying like a baby. Truth be told, I don't think I've sobbed this hard since when I was eight and my mom nearly overdosed herself. And I thought that was the worst day of my life. Looks like I have a new one now. I just want to roll over and die now. I can't take anymore of this. I...I wish Tim was here.
"Stephanie....please, listen to me."
Mike again. I get a bad feeling he's asked that more than once now. I was too busy crying my eyes out to hear him the first few times...I pull my face out of my hands and look up at him, tears still rolling down my face. I look in his eyes. I've never seen such a solemn look in someone's eyes
"Stephanie....Timothy is one of the kindest people I've met in my life. I can't begin to tell you how much I owe him. It's the whole reason I'm even here. Whoever did this will pay, Stephanie. We will find Timothy and bring him back home. I swear upon my wife and son's grave, we will. Even if it kills me."
"*sniff* ...th-thank you...."
"Don't worry....Why..why don't you get some rest? I'll clean this up for you, okay?"
"Okay...."
Great, a night of crying myself to sleep. Just what I want to do....
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Well, this is a sad one. Perhaps the easter eggs will brighten things up?