A month. 30 days. That's how long it's been since we got away from him and Rebecca still haven't awoken.
I'm really worried and I often cry myself to sleep. I haven't done much productive in weeks and I feel so lifeless; like Rebecca. I'm crying all the time -I don't even try to keep it in, I sleep till late -basically because I don't see a reason to get up, I have done one interview the other day, but I stopped it when the interviewer started asking about Rebecca.
"Welcome Selena!" The interviewer, Kimberly, welcomed me when I walked on stage. I was wearing a sky-blue puffy dress that stopped around mid-thigh, with a white belt around my waist. On my feet I was wearing white ballerinas. It doesn't always have to be heels.
"Thank you!" I said and shook her outstretched hand.
"So Selena," Kimberly said as we took place in the chairs. "Have you been doing anything excited lately?" The interviewer asked and looked at me with the look only interviewers have.
"Well I-no, no I haven't to be honest. Something really important to me is not going to well at the moment. Everything has been a little hectic the last month," I asked and instantly regretted it.
"Two months ago, you disappeared together with your sister, Rebecca, right?" Before I could answer, she continued. "The both of you walked into the same abandoned building, at different times, the same day, and wasn't seen before two weeks later. Now what everyone wants to know is, what happened in that building and where is Rebecca now?" The interviewer asked and leaned forward in her seat. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that the audience leaned forward too, as in expecting me to actually answer that.
"Um-I-uh," I stuttered and shifted uncomfortable in my seat. "I-I don't want to talk about it," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" The interviewer asked, knowing exactly what I said.
"And that's it for today! Tune in again next week for more fun!" I asked and looked directly into the camera, smiling. I looked at the speechless interviewer and walked backstage. The smiled I faked before, vanishing completely as I ran to the dressing room. As soon as I closed the door behind me I busted into tears. I slide down the door and sobbed into my knees.