I woke up with a slight jolt in my body as it seemed to get sick of me using it to sleep on hard tiles in the kitchen.

Ugh... I must have passed out after crying for a few... hours? Minutes? God I don't really know. Agh, my head is pounding like crazy. I didn't even have a damn drink and I STILL feel hungover.

It took several cracks and pops of protest from my anatomy, but eventually I managed to stagger to my feet with the headache getting even worse when I did so, to the point of where my vision began to turn black.

Although I did have a feeling it wasn't just because of my odd sleeping arrangements. I never ate last night and the fasting for who knows how many days had to be taking its toll on me.

There's not really much in that fridge though except some moldy cheese and wilted cabbage. And I really don't want to go to the store right now.

Settling with a cup of coffee, I rubbed my face of the remaining sleep and hoped the caffeine would at least be a temporary fix to the other symptoms.

It took a minute before I was steady enough to actually pour the coffee grounds, but after a few curse words and a large mess I got them in place as well as the coffee filter and let the machine do its thing. Whirring sounds came as usual and knowing it would take a minute before it finished, I let memories of last night's dream dance in my head.

I remembered seeing her smile, and how an overwhelming peace filled me when she did. We were enjoying a simple picnic with simple sandwiches that unfortunately, some animals got into. But that didn't matter; it wasn't really what the dream was about. It was just enjoying simple time with her again, before I got to do what I had originally planned for only a few weeks before the fight.

Propose.

The ring had been bought by me and a buddy from middle and high school who I intended to be the best man at the wedding. And the item I had picked out with him that day still rested carefully on my nightstand for the one, simple, hope, that I could still give it to her.

That she wasn't gone forever.

I was shaken from my thoughts by the sound of the coffee singing its little tune of finality as I added two creams and one sugar before consumption.

It was hot, too strong, and not very good; but I really didn't care right now. It was the only source of energy I had given my body for a minimum of two days, so even if it tasted like absolute shit, I was still drinking it.

Good thing I got a few sips in too before the doorbell rang, because otherwise I probably wouldn't have had the physical or mental energy to deal with what came next.

I sighed to relieve some of my irritation before I moved from my spot leaned against the counter back to the living room where the doorway was that someone felt the need to stand in.

Well, two people actually.

As I opened the door quickly, I was sure my expression was notable when there were two police officers on the other side. Both with not great expressions, as if they were about to ruin my day.

"Is there any news?"

I blurted out the words that came to my mind as soon as I saw them, and felt my heart drop into my already nauseous stomach at their exchanged look between one another.

"I'm afraid that nothing has come up sir. Like you said, there was no record of her signing into the hotel who had reservations for an Emily Jones, which means that if something happened, it happened on the trip to the place. And that makes this case more... complicated."

I frowned at the man speaking. He was short and pretty young to be an officer with his freckled face and expressive brown eyes that seemed more sympathetic than his partner's counterpart. Probably a lot newer than her since he seemed to be in his mid twenties or so.

The woman next to him made the poor guy look like a smurf at her stature of at least six feet, while overall she seemed to be much more intimidating and serious if her neutral, cold, expression had anything to say as well as her perfect blond bun lacking a single hair out of place.

"W-What the hell do you mean by that? How is the case harder now? Don't you just um.. don't you just have to look at the route to the place?"

I was trying my best not to lose my temper for Emily's sake. They were already taking a long time on this case, and I didn't want to make it longer by getting the police mad at me. However that didn't mean my tone was going to be any less irritated or stressed when speaking with them. I was just going to make sure I didn't scream every curse word I knew.

"Yes, but there are four different ways she could have gotten to the hotel, and we need warrants for each place. Which takes time to get."

It was the girl who spoke this time. Her voice was deep and rough, like she had been smoking for twenty years and it had caught up to her, regardless of her looking like she was maybe mid thirties. I ran my hand through my hair and then down my face. Trying desperately to wrap my sleep deprived head around this without in ending in me yelling.

"How long..?"

I asked it hesitantly, knowing that the answer could very well make me snap.

"There's no telling, it depends on how long it has to process. If we can get a warrant for Willowsbrook than we will have access to Bursberry as well, which will knock out two places in one go, but places as big as those typically take a lot longer to process then smaller places like Waterdale."

I nodded numbly, everything feeling more real than ever.

"No estimate for a time frame?"

I could hear my voice cracking as my emotions tried to come rushing to the surface. The girl's expression didn't change as she had probably heard that broken tone a lot lately, but the guy next to her looked quite sympathetic.

"I'm afraid something like this can take several months overall with how many cases we have right now and with investigation included in that time. But... unfortunately, with no evidence to go off of, we will only be able to keep the case open for six months before putting it in as a cold case..."

Everything around me slowed down as the man said those words.

"S-So y-you're saying that... that if you don't find anything within another five months, then...."

I trailed off as my brain started shutting down. A cold case typically didn't get figured out. They went to a separate department where they could sit for years, even decades before getting looked through, and My Emily going missing wasn't the only case this last month of a missing girl, so if all the others, or even just some of them followed similar suite in time frame...

My blood was rushing in my ears while the true hopelessness of the situation began to wear me down. Emotions mixed with how little I had been taking care of myself and created a dizziness in me that made me completely lose focus of the two officers at my doorstep.

I had no concept of time as a continued to stand there with devastation being the only sensation I seemed to process.

Eventually though, I saw more than heard because of the blood rushing through my ears, the two cops talking into the radios before saying brief goodbyes and going back to there car.

Please... Please find something.. If some sort of god really does exist, then please have them find her. Because if they don't.. then I might just lose my mind entirely.

Kind of crappy towards the end. Sorry!

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