And Yet So Different

!Maggie's POV!

Y/h=your height

Y/h/c=your hair color

Y/e/c=your eye color

She went in and I was sitting down next to the door. I was still pretty exhausted and warm and tried to cool myself down with splashing water down my hair. I saw my dad on the other side of the pace on a waffle stand. There was a long line and I did expect Y/n to be done by the time he was here.

I heard the shower quietly turning on and off from time to time. When I stopped hearing it I assumed she would be out here every minute and I could still see my dad standing in the line. I pulled my phone out and continued reading the book I currently read. I did not see the time flying by and all of a sudden he was standing in front of me, holding three waffles with syrup in his hands. I looked on my phone t check the time and saw Y/n had been in there for half an hour...

I decided to give her another five minutes before going in. So I bit from my waffle, and before I knew it it was completely gone. I got up and turned around to my dad "Do you think I should go in and check on her? Maybe she needs help with something!" He nodded at my suggestion and I knocked at the door.

"Y/n? Y/n? Do you need help with something? You are taking very long!" no response "Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you? Are you okay?" no response. I looked up to my father and he looked at me with worry and I nodded to him as a sign that I would go in to check on her. I stepped forward and saw her clothes, her bag and her phone on a bench in the changing room.

I stepped into the bathroom and I couldn't hear a shower so I stepped in calling her name. "Y/n? Are you in here?" no response again. I stepped fully in and looked around. No Y/n she was nowhere to be seen. I started to get worried and double checked every corner, every toilet and every shower. Nothing. She would not have left naked and without her phone. she would not even have left!!

I started to panic and ran out to my dad. "Dad she is not in there! She is gone! but where could she be I have been sitting here the whole time!!", his face dropped and I could see in his eyes that that was not something he did not expect but he hoped it would not happen. He rushed into the room and now tribble checked it.

I started to tear up and looked around the place. I went to go and look for her in the whole area but dad grabbed my arm. "NO! You are not going alone! I am not risking to loose you as well!" he said with tears in his eyes as well. "We should get her called out, maybe he just went somewhere and got lost or something. Ugh I do not know! Dad I cannot loose her! She is my best friend!"

I started sobbing and he was hugging me tight, very tight, also letting a few tears slipp from his eyes. We embraced the moment for a moment until we both pulled back. "Come on honey, we will go to the reception and get her called out with a description of her person and while we are going there I will call Mark. He said I should call him at emergencys and I hate to admit it but I think we are having an emergency right now."

We started walking down the stairs as dad called Mark. I did not hear much but I hear him cursing and yelling something to another person. Dad already had tears in his eyes again. He hung up and said "We have to find her, Maggie. She has to be okay. Mark is coming here with Kara, another supervisor. Y/n trust them, Mark said. If she will be in danger or in panic, we will have the best chance to find her and get her safe as soon as possible." he looked down at me seeing I was looking at the floor. He did not say something else.

I was ind of blaming myself. Why haven't I noticed? If I would not have been reading the book, maybe I would have heard her or something. If I was going inside with her, maybe this all would never have happened. "What if we do not find her again? What if she is one of the girls who got kidnapped because they are orphans? I heard not one of them came back. They w-were missing or- or- or-" I could not speak anymore. I did not want to say it but what if she got- killed?

Dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it light. We got to the reception and got her called out. Mots of the people who were there started looking for the y/h tall, y/h/c haired, y/e/c eyed young lady who went missing from the changing room on the second level. We helped looking at the entrance, half waiting for Mark and Kara to arrive.

The moment I stepped outside the area, still in sight of my dad, I saw a car harshly pulling over. A man and two women exited the car and I could tell they were here because of Y/n. The man has to be Mark then but who is the second woman? I called for dad as I saw them. "Mark! We are here!", he shouted and a few people eyed us.

"James, Maggie, I am glad you guys are okay. That is Kara-" he pointed to the tall, blonde woman "and that is Miss Baker!" he pointed to the other woman. Miss Baker wore a suit, I guess she is either the principal of that Orphanage and the school nearby Y/n told me about or she was a woman from this organisation that puts kids to an orphanage.We instantly got upstairs and showed them how and what happened.

Mark and Kara were visibly stressed out ant their eyes were hopeless, yet not giving up. We looked all over the place five times. Every room, every hall, every corner, every person! Nothing! Not even the slightest bit of chance we had that day.

It was 14:00 by now. The police had arrived a few minutes later then Mark, Kara and Miss Baker did and they were going around with service dogs to look for her but they did not find anything except from in the tennis area, in the changing room and in the shower she apparently used.The police told us to go home and so we did. I cried the whole time, still kind of blaming myself for what happened.

When we arrived home, we sat at the dining table, in silence, in tears, not eating the take out food we took on the way home. I just felt empty. How could I have lost her? I went to my fathers bed and stared at the ceiling. After he finished in the bathroom he also came to bed and. Snuggled up to him, crying again. It took very long for me too fall asleep. I didn't want to sleep. Not without knowing she is okay, or even alive. I slept an hour that day. Switching between hyperventilating, panic attacks, crying my eyes out and just feeling numb.

It was like a rollercoaster and I just wanted the pain to go away. That feeling of not being able to do anything. That feeling of someone very special to you fading away. The hope to find that person fading away! I know how the chances are to survive kidnapping in the first place. And most of the time you were never to be seen again, if 48 hours just passed. I was thinking about that all night. Until I saw the sun hitting my face-