"Have you heard about it? The missing girl?"

He turned around, eavesdropping

"Yeah! It's all over the school!" The two girls whispered back and forth to each other.

"Poor her...who would have thought.."

Slowly, he filled with panic, he felt it crawling up his throat.

"Well, at least the important ones made it out alive" They chuckled, but Matt interpreted it as if they are mocking him, he gulped.

"Must have felt great, going to a whole different world-" The girls stopped talking as Matthew stood up abruptly, hurriedly out of the classroom.

He ran down the halls, the sweats falling from his forehead, he inhaled and exhaled sharply as he reached the boy's restroom. He found an empty stall and hide in there, hyperventilating, he couldn't handle the truth.

He retched in front of the toilet, kneeling on the bathroom floor as the taste of bile and plain bitterness filled his mouth. He gagged, trying to hold it down for a moment, but he soon gave up and the toilet was filled with vomit and he was staring down at it teary-eyed. He groaned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, standing up and flushing the toilet. He gulped again, reaching for his phone. Swiping through his contacts, swiping through his closest friends, swiping through his family, he felt relief yet worried as he tapped on the one person that he trusted.

Waiting and waiting, he sat there, the tears slowly flow down his cheeks as he dropped back his head and rested it against the graffitied wall, before realizing his mistakes. He panicked, the tears, flooding his eyesight, he listened to the familiar tune, waiting for the person to pick up. But they didn't. Matthew cried more, cried silently, alone in the stall, knowing that she will never pick up.