Your p.o.v

Your mind was in a haze. You had no clue what had just happened or if this was even real life. You saw the one you thought you had trusted or even say had loved, act like an outraged animal. Then a topic of him being dead? Your mind couldnt handle it. Bonnie sighed. "It's a long story I dont have time for to explain... We need that glass out of your leg." 

So you were stitched up and on your way when the 6 a.m. bell rang. Your mind was still in a whirl. When you got home, you didnt even make it two steps in before realizing how trashed the place was. There was champagne and wine bottles scattered on the counter, clothes being littered down the hallway, and if you listened closely, you could hear more than just Cailee's snoring. You tiptoed to her room with the door being ajar-ed. You lightly pushed it open, and in Cail's bed with her was a passed out Jeremy. You covered your mouth in surprise. Didnt see that coming.

Slowly shutting the door back, you trailed into your room and plopped onto bed. That night's events flashed through your mind. You barried your face into your pillow trying to smother the thoughts. You sighed and rolled onto your back starring at the ceiling. How did this all happen?

You knew the past of the restaurant; about the 5 missing kids that were never found. You knew the kids bios too. Faith; the youngest that went missing. She was a small girl with black hair and a blue bow. She was shy and always seemed to be hiding in the back of her crowd.

Violet; the tomboy. This red head was a girl who always rough housed with the boys. She wore a pirate outfit with a little hook. She was the one to always get in trouble. Timothy; he grew up in a privaledged home. Always wore nice clothes, respectful manners, good attitude. Tim always got what he wanted. He had put himself in charge of his group and that was probably his down fall.

Sam; they were a playful spirit with a big heart and big appetite. They wore a lets eat bib with a blue blouse and blue shorts. The discription never told their gender. And then there was Oliver.

Oliver was a great musicianist. He and Tim led there possy although they fought a lot. He was a great comfort to many and a flirt to more. His discription made you think about Bonnie.

You yawned and turned to your side. Eyes closing slowly you mumbled a,"Goodnight, Bonnie..." before falling asleep.