3 2 years and a Crash

After a long time of knocking on doors and not getting responses, Maisy gives up. It has been two years since she has seen Clarke, and she thinks that there will be many more.

The number she has in her phone must be fake, there isn't even a read receipt below her message. It was almost as if Clarke had jumped off the face of this earth.

Maisy guessed that Clarke had a thing for being forgotten, but she tried her best everyday to remember him. She didn't know why she was so attached to this guy, it was almost as if she needed him. Although, she didn't have any clue as to what for.

It was the 2nd of June, and Maisy had finally decided to go to a club again. She had taken a pause on going out dancing or partying ever since Clarke went missing from her life. Tonight, was finally the night she had motivation to resume her used-to-be favorite activity. Maisy slipped into a short and silver dress, it covered just enough to make her feel comfortable yet sexy. She neared up her already luscious curls and applied a little bit of makeup. Her thicker thighs would rub together, so she made sure to put some anti-chafing underwear too. With everything being set and her being dolled up, she put on her sneakers and left. Maisy loves to dress up her upper half, but she dressed for comfort in the shoe department always.

She then headed out of her apartment building and outside, waiting for her Uber to arrive. When a white SUV pulled up, she smiled and opened the door to get in. The inside was clean and one would even say luxurious. The man who sat in front of the car was a "looker" too. His chiseled cheekbones complimented his muscular arms. He wasn't too extremely fit, there was a little weight on him. Maisy found the driver very attractive and decided that this was the sign of a good night. She buckled up and said, "I'm going to Club Alpine." Her driver nodded, and she started to browse through her phone.

As the gorgeous Alaskan scenery passed by the car, it almost felt as if Maisy was in a dream. Somewhere during the ride however, she noticed something was going on with the driver. Specifically, this was not the route to the club. Worried, Maisy eventually gathered up the courage to say something.

"Hey, I don't think this is the right direction to the club?"

With a long pause in between, the driver chuckled and slowly started to press the gas pedal harder. The objects around the car started to blur, and Maisy was thrusted back into her seat slowly. She warned him, "I'm going to call 911 if you don't stop!" Suddenly, the driver turned around and threw her phone out the window. It all had happened so fast that Maisy couldn't even have a slight reaction or put up a fight. In disbelief Maisy stared at him. "stop this car now!" She yelled at him, kicking the back of his seat. The surrounding scenery was now completely a blur, and Maisy was feeling extremely anxious. The driver finally turned around and looked at her dead in the eyes, he smirked and whispered to her, "Remember us." Scraping his unusually sharp canine tooth against her cheek. She shivered at the feeling of it. Suddenly, the car turned left.

The last thing Maisy Remembered was her screaming as they ran straight into a tree. The car was flipped over, she was crawling out the window,

And there was a man.