Bulling the new girl// Luke Hemmings [UNEDITED]

Epilogue

*Lukes P.O.V*

1 month.

It's been one month.

1 month since she went missing.

Everyone knew was kidnapped by her dad. There was a whole search party, the FBI even got involved. I haven't been eating at all, my body barely holding up. Everyday I go out to try and find her, but everyday it turns out the same. I don't care if it takes me my whole life to find her. Not soon after she went missing, we found out that Ashton is still alive. He told us that he warned her the day before she was kidnapped about her dad's plans to kill her. We have no way of knowing if she's dead or alive, but I'm still holding on. Each day that went by, I could see in everyone's eyes that they were losing hope in finding her, but I never will. Jason and I are always on the hunt for her. His 13th birthday was yesterday, and he cried all day, knowing that she wouldn't be there to wish him a happy birthday. In was at her house, hoping and praying that she would come through the door with the biggest smile on her face saying,

"Happy birthday JayJay"

But as you could have guessed, that never happened. I cried myself to sleep every night. I can't bare with the thought of my baby off somewhere, possibly being torchered to death. Or worse.

Dead.

I try not to think about that, but it's so hard not to. 5 weeks after she disappeared, I went out and bought an engagement ring, promising that the day she's found alive, I will propose to her. I already lost her once, and when I get her back, I plan to never lose her again. I don't care if I stay single forever, I will not get into a new relationship until she is found, dead or alive, I will not rest until then. There are posters 'MISSING' all over this town, all thanks to me and the boys. They are taking it hard, but not as hard as me. Every night I would get high or drunk, sometimes maybe both to escape. I've been out of it at practice, most of the time I don't even show up. I rarely leave my bed, only to look for her or use the bathroom. I know that if I don't eat something soon, I'm going to get very sick and die. Everynight I go through her lyrics box, and read over her songs. Each one with a different story and meaning. With every song I read, I feel one step closer to finding her even though I could be taking one step back. At night when I cant sleep, I would go back to her drawing under the bridge. Back to where it all started.

Where she opened up to me.

Where she cracked my shell.

Where she made me realize how much I love her.

I don't know what I'm going to do without her, but I do know that I will not stop until she is brought back to me.