My best friend was missing. Heather wasn’t the type of person to play practical jokes on me. She knew I hated practical jokes. I didn’t understand what could’ve happened. I called the people in the next flat over, and then the security guard downstairs. All in vain. Nobody had seen her. I felt beyond horrible. What would I say to my parents, what would I say to her parents? Everyone considered us one of the few teenage girls in this world who thought things through, and now that Heather was missing, and I didn’t notice her gone, everyone’s opinion would change. I decided I would wait till morning, and then call my parents, the police. Heather didn’t come back. The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I checked the house, and all over the entire apartment building. I called my parents. I spent the entire day in a panic. She was missing, and I knew no matter what people told me that it was all my fault. I wasn’t hungry, so I went outside. It was a Sunday, so the building next to us was empty.I went for a walk.