Counting Stars

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The plane ride to maine was nerve racking, I could barley stay focused on anything.

My mom was talking have the time, and all I picked up was when she was talking about Zach or Mikey.

The rest is a blur to me.

I'm honestly really nervous to go back there, to see the place that held all those memories.

I'm terrified.

I'm terrified of what happened to Zach, what his condition is, what the back ground story is.

I'm scared of his rejection.

Iv never been in this situation, sure i was there when he frist came to the home, but that was different.

I don't know if he's gonna except me with open arms, or reject me for not trying harder.

I was a wreck when he went missing.

I couldn't think striaght, nor have I been able to the last 6 months.

But Now I feel like I got hit in the face with a bag of bricks

What iv been doing the last half year wasn't me, that was some broken version of myseld.

I can finally think clearly, knowing what I have to do and how to do it.

I feel like my old self again, not completly.

But Its time to stop wollowing in my pity party, and focus on some one who needs the help.

Its time to take charge and get back on track.

No matter the out come, I have to stay strong, for zach, for mikey, for myself.

I'm not the victim in this.

"Savanna! Macey!" My uncle shouts, my head snaps over to see uncle Ron, Jake next to him.

A instant grin breaks out on my face, I run to hug jake.

"Hey!" He laughs, wraping his arms around me.

"Hi" I smile, realsing myself from his grip, hugging my uncle.

"Hello macey" ron smiles at my mom, hugging his sister.

My mom follows his action.

"its good to see you ron" she nods.

My mom glances at Jake, ron introduces them.

"So what's the situation on Zach" I ask quickly once we are settled in the car.

"Savanna, we just got here" my mom glares, I roll my eyes.

"No its fine" ron says, not taking his eyes off the road.

"We are headed there right now savanna, they were admitted last night, turns out Greg had them chained up in the old factory...the rest is unknown"

I shiver the rest

As in the details

"Are they okay?" I ask, "have you seen them?"

"I don't know, and no"

He replies

I simply nod, sighing and resting my head on the window

God I hope they are okay

Zach is my everything, if he's not okay I'm not okay, and If I'm not okay, I'm robot savanna again.

Which we dont need

Please lord, let them be okay

The ride to the hospital feels like an etirnety, which is actually an hour ride.