TRAPPED - 2 (sketchxreader)

Ethan-

I wake up with a smile on my face, the sunlight emerging in my room and the birds singing seems joyful and hopeful. I look out the window and the sky looks to be bright and blue. I stretch and freshen up. Today feels like a- actually, I don't want to set any expectation on this day. I feel a bit happy and peaceful and that's all that matters.

I go downstairs for breakfast and my family, well they're still down. They're not just gonna go back to normal you know? I don't think I'll ever be able to completely go back to normal either. Resilience is hard to achieve in situations like these.

Anyway, I eat and push the thought of Elijah out of my mind. Sub is right, I don't have to live in this constant state of misery. What happened to being optimistic? I believe that everything will be fine and we'll find Elijah. 

Today is a sunday and therefore I don't have to go to school. Everyone else is also sitting here and eating breakfast with me. Though the room is silent the pain in everyone's heart is loud, even deafening no matter how hard they try to stay strong for the kids.

My mom and dad keep giving each other looks, it's as if they're talking with their eyes and I'm sure their conversation is full worrisome. My brother seems to be in the same mood. I finish my food and get up. Sitting here seems like a bad idea as my whole family is tensed and at the edge of their seats. I don't want to go back to my panicked state again.

I leave the dining room and go upstairs, on my way I stop in front of Elijah's room. Of course I have to pass it each time I go to my room. Our hallway is built this way. Then an idea enters my mind, I quickly run into my bedroom.

There, I grab Elijah's diary from my drawer. It was deep under my other books. It was pretty well-hidden. I take it with me back to Elijah's room. I have some unfinished business, I close the door behind me to make sure no one disturbs me.

I sigh and place Elijah's diary back where I found it. Now, that's an end surely. I have put the diary where I got it from, so hopefully life resumes the way it used to be.

I smile and slowly back away but my eyes land on something interesting and unexpected. Under Elijah's bed, I see a page. It's corner is exposed in a way which seems deliberate. I bend over and pick it up.

I feel my heart drop and the room spins in circles as I realise it's page #8 of Elijah's diary but- me, my parents, ron and even the cops have searched this room hundreds of times and none of us discovered this. 

My palms are sweaty and my head hurts.  This was placed here recently. I was right about the diary's pages being torn off. Someone did this, someone other than Elijah?

but I read the page before my neurotic mind gets the best of me,

"Dear Diary, y/n has been acting weird lately....

(flashback from Elijah's POV)

I step back in fear, making the leaves underneath me crunch. My heart is pounding out my chest so hard that I think it's going to jump out of my body.

I become more aware and cautious when the same whistling noise from earlier fills my ears, I run around like a maniac to find the source of this and the noise only grows louder and louder as the seconds pass by.

I look all around in panic but there is no sign of human life until.....

I lock eyes with someone, it is the culprit behind the whistling noise, the one who gave me a bracelet, a purpose and the worst memory of my life.

it's y/n, standing where the 7th hole in the ground used to be while whistling a tune.

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