Moving On

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Betty's POV:
I sit in the corner of the bunker sobbing. Only God knows how many times I've cried since I've been down here. I've almost lost Hope. What kind of Hope you may ask? The metaphorical type. I had no idea what day it was. Or what time it was. I barely even knew what year it was. I now know how Jug felt when he was stuck down here during our senior year. Oh, how I miss him. I miss the way he used to look at me. The way he was always there for me. And, of course, Julie. It's so sad. I just miss her so much yet, she's never even met me. Not that she can remember. And then, there's Hope. Not the metaphorical one. The child. My child. She's mine and Jug's. I wonder if he even knows she exists. I trusted to put her in the hands of Donna. There was no way she was going through the adoption system never to be seen again. I needed her to be well taken care of. I knew what Donna was capable of, but, I also knew she was, or could be a good human being. I just missed the outside world overall. I miss music. I miss junk food. Some days, I wonder if I'll ever escape him. I knew my father was alive. After all, his body was never accounted for. The night I was taken, I barely even remember it all. I think I had repressed those memories to be honest. Everyday, I think about my girls. I wonder everyday where Jughead is. Had he moved on? I couldn't know. I've asked my father for updates on Jughead and my family since day 1. I've never received even a smidgen of information. It hurt. I missed him so much. I didn't know what to do at this point. Was it all worth it to keep fighting? I couldn't know. I've been stuck in this bunker for years. The same bunker from our teen years. It was a lot more advanced and sterile than it used to be, but it was still there. I was waiting for Jug. To come to my rescue. I've always wondered. I'd never gotten an answer. Maybe one day I will. But, for now, I guess I just have to keep going until something changes.